"Every moment that's ever been, or ever will be is gone the instant it's begun. Life is loss. The secret of happiness is to love the moment more than you mourn the loss."

 

 

Is it time that heals all wounds? I've come to realize it is not the amount of time that passes that numbs the ache, but what we do in the time between pain and healing that overcomes sadness. In my experience, the grief associated with the loss of someone or something feels like being robbed - robbed of the dreams we had that extended far into the future.

 

It is only when we can step outside of our feeling of being victimized by those who've abandoned us, fate, life...... (we can find many sources of blame) and begin to appreciate the moments of warmth, love, and creativity a person or chapter in our lives graced us with that we connect to the feeling of love, and we come to understand it is present in us always.

 

The moments that we mourn shape us and change us. We have not been robbed of anything, we have not lost, for those moment remain forever a part of who we are, written in time,  untouchable.

 

Who are we to think we have a claim to the future? It is our own expectations of continuation that harm us. Love the moment, appreciate the memory and be thankful. Every breath, every good experience, is a gift of grace.

 

 

 

 

 

(Aeschylus)

 

What is beautiful? Am I, are you?

 

I know one thing for sure, and it is that beautiful things find us in the most unlikely places and surprising ways. When I have been deep in the mire of self doubt, pain and fear, simple and beautiful truths have made themselves known to me......the kind of timeless beauty that seeps into the very core of one's soul and whispers, " You're alive." These moments may have appeared tragic or bittersweet to some, but it was these difficult moments (not the sacchrine sweet screaching of glee) that took root within me and showed me the depth, fragility and therefore, inherent, breathtaking wonder of my humanity.