When you read my column in this issue you’ll discover I lived a part of my life in survival mode. Not that ‘survival” is negative, as it IS one step above existing. Buy ya know to exist, survive, strive and thrive in life it takes effort, personal effort, labor for constructive unfoldment.
Autumn is my favorite time of year. I love the colors, the smells, the foods and the temperatures of autumn and I imagine they love me too! For all of these wonders and miracles called to me, coaxed me and welcomed me as I was born this time of year! My lusty cries were first heard just days before Halloween 4 weeks prior to Thanksgiving and exactly 2 months before Christmas. Ah yes, I came into physical existence in a most wonderful and glorious season!
I am inspired to exist through many things I have observed in the last month. I believe existing has many interpretations yet to fully exist is to “be alive” and know every breath is life. When we are just trolling along on automatic pilot we cannot truly exist. To exist is to laugh, to love, to be in the moment, to forgive, to dance, to paint and to do whatever you love to do. I believe existing fully and completely we allow love and abundance into our lives.
I must confess at being totally baffled over this month’s theme, to the point of waiting for the information to start to flow. I spent many a night mulling over possibilities but nothing was popping. I am of the belief that if you are stumped you ask, so that is what I did.
What do you think of when you hear the word “exist”? Does your mind conjure all kinds of possibilities? A curious word, methinks…what does it mean “to exist” – is it just that alone, or is “existence” much deeper?
What is the meaning of life? A question that has been asked throughout the ages. Where are we in the grand scheme of things ? What does the universe have in store for me? Pretty heavy stuff to try to figure out. Instead trying to make sense of this conundrum, why not try to exist within a framework that says “ I am part of everything.” Trying to put a piece into a giant puzzle and make it work because you need to be part of something. This doesn’t make sense as you will never be part of something by trying to fit in.
You may be scratching your head at this moment thinking that sounds familiar yet not quite right. In reality, it is… and it isn’t. It is familiar yet and it is not quite right yet more correct than what is familiar to you.
I was on my way to see my sick mother, the nursring home had called me for the third time to tell me that my mother probably wasn’t going to make it much longer. My dad died two years ago and the idea of becoming a genetic orphan was making me feel very uncomfortable, as a single child being all alone in the world – had definitely restimulated all my childhood fears.
This edition of The Magic Happens Magazine in dedicated to the theme ‘Participate.’
Many of those who wrote for this edition expressed some difficulty with the theme and I have to admit, I had a little trouble with it as well. (I also have to admit that I find the very best content comes out of the tough subjects so I am not sorry.)
We all know that life can be done perfectly by just sitting on the couch. But that is not what living life in the moment and to the fullest is all about. Life is about being involved, doing , chasing dreams, and enjoying the process. It is very simply, “participating fully” and not letting life pass us by. I know that when I am done with this incarnation , I do not want to have regrets for things not done. There is to be no ‘if onlys.’
If we show up each day fully prepared to do our level best at whatever our calling is,
You can stand from a distance and look at it, but the key to going higher is to get up close and personal with it.
We are both observer and creator, space and the objects in it, and embracing both aspects is the key to being balanced. Instead of just being the observer staring at your reality, do something with it; play with it while still being the observer. Life’s greatest gift is that it is inherently meaningless – a tabula rasa.