I’m in a season of change. My anxiety is increasing in tandem with the heat of my body. I am also spending more time in contemplation and prayer. I feel the effects of age in my vessel. And I’m filled with gratitude and a desire to help this vessel move more gracefully into this new season.
People say “life is short” and how I perceive this meaning is: we only have a brief moment of time for our souls to be engaged and active on the plane and then our soul moves back home to the plane from which we came…our souls are ageless and eternal. They are the fire of our existence.
As I look around, and as I come back to a place of belonging in my soul, I’m becoming more aware of how dormant many souls are. Maybe it’s because the majority of my time is split between work and social media, where masks and folly abound. Tossing aside the temptation to be judgemental, I see this as a reflection for me to navigate this time, this season of change. To be very careful about what I create. Intentional and careful.
How and what will I change? What will I create as I come toward the last half of my life?
I see reports of the bones of relatives who lived long ago being discovered. I can’t help to wonder what their lesson might be for us all. What might we learn to help us become more enlivened souls? To become more creative and joyful as beings on this planet.
I am deeply grateful for this beautiful, amazing, heart-wrenching and soul-enlivening life I have. I must remember to embody that gratitude more often.