A friend from my high school days came by earlier this week and spent a couple nights visiting. It always interesting chatting with someone who knew me from way back in the day. Hearing her perception of me from those days to present time. And listening to who she was and is which totally contradicted some of my notions of her. None of which were negative of course.
She said a couple things that have sort of weaved themselves into my psyche. One, if she sees or hears something twice, she takes it as a nudge from the universe to pay attention. There's something in that that I really appreciate and have been applying to my own life since.
And she shared an observation she had of me. It threw me a bit but not in a bad way. She noticed I say yes to everything. Yes, yes, yes. Really? Do I? Hmm....time to pay attention? Yes. It would explain some of my exhaustion. I kid...not really.
Tonight's menu includes a friend coming by helping me organize my home, pizza, wine and singstar. Productive? Me thinks...YES!
Big love to you from me.
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Friday, October 16, 2009
Bright Star
And a good cry was had.
I remember when I was in India. I had spent a life altering six months there. It's funny, at the time I just had no idea the effects and life lessons that gorgeous country would have on me and leave with me in the years to follow. . Anyway, my mom and I had come across what felt like a a deserted railway station. India with it's population, surprisingly, the quiet can still be found in many places. We came across this station, I can't remember where we were headed. But what I do remember is seeing this woman crying out a man's name over and over. We didn't know what to do. Moments later somebody else had shown up, a local and she told us that the woman comes almost everyday and calls out to her son. There had been tragic accident, the train taking his life many years ago. She never moved, she sat strong in the grief of her loss.
John Keats dear Fanny never recovered either. She disappeared into the past, stayed there. Just her shell roamed the landscape where she and her deceased lover had discovered one another. It was a heavy sadness that followed his death and stayed with her til the end of her days.
I have heard many times over the years, via deep pain, loss, grief etc, big growth and strength will be discovered. Contentment and peace are promised. I don't know if that's true for so many. That old saying, which I'm sure to get wrong here, "better to have loved and lost, then to have never have loved at all"...I don't know about that. Fanny never got over Keats. The old woman in India probably died calling out to her son. I'm sure they're not alone in that.
These are ramblings of sleep deprived soul...I can't sleep. I stupidly had a cup of coffee during the movie. I'll pay dearly tomorrow I'm sure.
I remember when I was in India. I had spent a life altering six months there. It's funny, at the time I just had no idea the effects and life lessons that gorgeous country would have on me and leave with me in the years to follow. . Anyway, my mom and I had come across what felt like a a deserted railway station. India with it's population, surprisingly, the quiet can still be found in many places. We came across this station, I can't remember where we were headed. But what I do remember is seeing this woman crying out a man's name over and over. We didn't know what to do. Moments later somebody else had shown up, a local and she told us that the woman comes almost everyday and calls out to her son. There had been tragic accident, the train taking his life many years ago. She never moved, she sat strong in the grief of her loss.
John Keats dear Fanny never recovered either. She disappeared into the past, stayed there. Just her shell roamed the landscape where she and her deceased lover had discovered one another. It was a heavy sadness that followed his death and stayed with her til the end of her days.
I have heard many times over the years, via deep pain, loss, grief etc, big growth and strength will be discovered. Contentment and peace are promised. I don't know if that's true for so many. That old saying, which I'm sure to get wrong here, "better to have loved and lost, then to have never have loved at all"...I don't know about that. Fanny never got over Keats. The old woman in India probably died calling out to her son. I'm sure they're not alone in that.
These are ramblings of sleep deprived soul...I can't sleep. I stupidly had a cup of coffee during the movie. I'll pay dearly tomorrow I'm sure.
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