Sometimes the enormity of just how much I love my children overwhelms me. This week the loss of a vivacious young woman in the community in a car crash focused all that love into a pinpoint of poignancy. I was deeply sad. And deeply glad. Sad for her senseless and early death and the mammoth void her family must be experiencing. Glad for the love the surrounds me. Truly aware of taking the time to listen to my children. To talk and share with them. To remind them of their inner beauty and worth. To hold them, either in my arms when possible, or in my heart when they are far away. And to remember to take none of it for granted. Ever. And, then to take that intense and joyful love and spread it around some.
The night of the car accident I had dinner with a dear friend and she turned me onto a vocalist I had never heard, Beth Nielson Chapman. I immediately bought two of her albums on ITunes. Playing one that next day, which was a quiet and pensive one around here, as we all integrated the news, I wrote down this part of the lyrics of one of the songs _
“Life has taught me this –
Every day is new
and if anything is true
All that matters when we’re through
Is how we loved.”
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So true! Thank you for your words. You are a blessing.
Wow! I just noticed on Kamran’s facebook, you have a beautiful vegetable garden! Well done!
many thanks! a labor of love for sure! appreciate you checking out my blog also. aloha.
Perhaps the greatest gift of love we can offer people is the gift of being fully present with them in the present moment … which is the only real moment any of us have.
The death of a loved one (my father died last summer on July 26) reminds us never to take life for granted … which we are guilty of doing if we are living anywhere but in the present moment.