Monday, May 27, 2013

Soul Memory

To look backward for a while is to refresh the eye, to restore it, and to render it the more fit for its prime function of looking forward. 
 ~Margaret Fairless Barber,The Roadmender

Westmoreland County Memorial Park 2013

Going home to where your roots were planted is an event that can bring a new perspective to your present day life. 

First, it can be great fun to re-connect with your childhood past, the home you grew up in, the elementary school you could walk to, the playground you rode your bike to, the sled riding hill...and the neighborhood you meandered off to for the teen years with new friends...finding a true soul mate who made a difference in your life, yet you didn't know this until now...until your soul has become awakened. 

Second, it can be completely draining and utterly exhausting.  Especially if you are lucky enough to be part of a large family with 4 generations surrounding you and providing a whole new set of memories of "being home".

Community has little to do with proximity.”
– Aaron Starkey

Going back to the homefront after leaving it decades ago, gets your brain cells churning...for some of that seemingly indelible image that you carried off with you when you first left home, has changed.  Roads have changed, many new businesses and buildings have been added; some things look much smaller than what you may have remembered as a child, like the street on which you lived, and some things may seem bigger.  The downtown department stores remain empty, but their beautiful architecture is well maintained and quite unique, still adding beauty to the main drag when the sunlight hits just so.  

"The splendid achievements of the intellect, like the soul, are everlasting."
- Sallust, The War with Jugurtha

I believe when you "go home" your soul is given the opportunity to open wide for a re-connection to its origin.  There is a "soul memory" that takes place if you are attuned to your inner self and willing to let the seeker out.  

The heart of the soul ignites and yearns for that higher plane where its mate has been waiting, bringing to light a whole new awareness to the humbled body that provides a safe haven for it.   And all is right with the world!!!

Soul memory is a beautiful thing!!!

Friday, May 3, 2013

Sometimes, Let's Just Blow Bubbles

“You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment. Fools stand on their island of opportunities and look toward another land. There is no other land; there is no other life but this.”
 ~Henry David Thoreau

The peaceful, easy feeling continues.  It is necessary if I am going to make it through these next few months of the last child of three, graduating high school and going off to college.  The way I see it now is that, although the years have gone by in the blink of an eye, I am relieved to the point of letting go.  For, while it has not all been fun and games and the blowing of bubbles, (even if that is still my favorite pastime with all of my children), we have made it so far in such a very short time. She is ready to fly. 

Roots and Wings

The soul searching that comes with the awareness of the upcoming "empty nest syndrome" that everyone talks about is bringing me to a higher plain.  It is allowing me to see that I am at the beginning of a new phase of life. Actually, I am realizing that each and every day I wake up, is the beginning of a new phase of life.  Oh so cliche, I know, but it is so true when you stop to think of the alternative!

HELLO...I AM ALIVE!  Whether the sun is shining or the clouds are cleansing themselves with the shedding of their tears, it is a brand new day!  And the possibilities are endless!  So, I'm gonna GO FOR IT!  (Well, yes, I still have to go to work, and do the grocery shopping, blah, blah, blah...) Remember...the alternative.  And don't forget these words by Ruth Reardon...

let's just blow bubbles,
For no good reason,
let's just blow bubbles.
Laugh a little, watch them disappear,
not even wonder where.
Smile and touch the rainbow colors
watch them float in the air.
No reason why--
no goals--no structure.
let's just
blow bubbles...