Here’s the thing about life… people come and go. Those who choose to stay have something to learn from you or you from them… Believe it because it is true. If you understood the conclusive dialogue that our human experience comes in different forms, different bodies, different souls into many lifetimes and maybe a karmic nature that needs tending. If you believe in the concept that we were once here… that we have had many souls to understand human existence, then you know there is a revolving door that goes into the deep and endless well of time delicately balancing our vibrations to reconnect us with once was.
In the last twenty years, I recall so many beautiful people who have come and gone…. I am reminded of that this week,
The countless and random experiences; some more fleeting and extravagant than others. Perhaps even the kind of wonderful that has moved my soul through several lives, times of sheer laughter and happiness that I wonder who was I? Who am I now?
There is also the other stuff too, equally as important, and the ones that leave an impression that flood our emotions, a feeling we don’t quite understand or why it showed up in the first place.
In truth what compels us to decipher an emotional state that either provokes us to be moved or paralyzes our every thought; a kind of energetic force that resigns in knowing the shadow side, those with unaware behaviors and a level of disrespect that blindsides you. We have all felt it, but just how often?
It’s a tough burden to understand the propensity in others, but I’ve come to my own truth that bad behavior towards others was never ingested to be part of my life. I was raised practically without ever having to be around too many angry, jealous, self-serving people, and perhaps to some degree I still carry a torch of benign and ambivalent innocence that has allowed for some to sneak inside, even with my willfully protective nature to those I love, standing up and clinching my fist if it actually called for it.
I recount those emotions when met with a shadow seeker, realizing the good fortune to have the kind of parents, bless their souls, taught me to be thoughtful and to look at my ever action… it has honestly been a deep reflection that whatever happens in our childhood comes through as an adult. I caveat this with razor sharp awareness that not everyone gets to have that kind of parental figure. Sadly, there are a great number of folks who voted for a cowardly angry person, who is to be running this country, baffling yet unleashing truth that there is more shadow than we had feared.
I spent a few days focusing on these thoughts, emptying out any feelings that have conjured up tainted words, holding true to my childhood. Sometimes life feeds us lessons when we truly need to learn them, teaching us to walk beyond the mud before getting stuck wanting to pick roses only to realize their thorns have left a little blood.
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