It feels like a while since I wrote a post. That’s not to say I haven’t been writing as I am working on my personal story. I started this a long time ago, but had to many triggers that were allowing me just put it away for another day. But now, through my writing, a great deal of insights are appearing. I am grateful for the realization that life truly is love.
Love. How we express in many different ways. One way is Support. Supporting others when in need. I have been so fortunate to have my family and friends that have been on this journey with me. Their constant love, guidance and compassion is present and consistent. And regardless of whatever is going on, they are familia.
Present and consistent. We find ourselves helping others, altruistically. No strings attached, yet deep down inside hoping that if we find ourselves facing a challenge, they may extend the same. Yet, life goes on and things happen and people forget. They forget the promise, when they are over the moon grateful how you have helped them. So whose issue is it? But wait … I ask myself, maybe MY actions weren’t altruistic after all.
Because if they were, it really wouldn’t matter if it was reciprocated.
An interesting space to be in as I have been struggling with my own health. Trying to sort whether it is a the flu, an infection or something that requires more attention. But whatever it may be, that present and consistent support from those who haven’t given up on me, I am forever grateful.
When we fall ill, it is so easy to start running an unhealthy internal dialogue … I have found myself very tired. Tired of dealing with all that is involved with this dis-ease. I have found myself wanting to give up, but how can I when others haven’t given up on me? I have found myself angry. Angry at reality. I have found myself thinking life is passing me by.
So here today, with more insights and realizations … it is up to me. To honour what I speak, what I advocate. Believing that anything is possible and miracles do happen. Trusting in the unknown. And walking the talk of all the previous blog posts I have written. I thought I was, at least my ego kept telling me. But somewhere in the subject matter of cancer, I wasn’t listening to my inner guidance.
Support is available always, if we just look. And by forgiving and lovingly releasing the past, others can step in and help. There is no baggage, drama, or unresolved feelings. It is just a loving presence when it is so needed.
Forced to slow down and just be has been a blessing in some way. I don’t wish the pain and discomfort but when you slow down, things don’t seem as they might have at one time. And so I am grateful for the realization that life is love … anything else is meaningless.