... and the courage to know the difference.

Does any of it really matter? Do we have all of the tools we need in life when we get here? Are these experiences just reminders of what we already know? As I watch the inevitable and vibrant love come from the loved ones that has experienced the spirit of their grandmother move away, the endless "stories" I tell myself came to a slow silence. I was struck by the sense of those still here banning together and saddened at the same time. The husband. The children. The ones that will continue on with their name and how none of that matters in the moment when you realize that this form she was in, isn't indicative of the spirit you loved.

I was moved to tears, but reminded, yet again, that I am. I was reminded of how life experiences are just that. No more, no less. As I drove home last night with joy in my being and tears down my face, I was moved by the presence that is in all of us. Its almost unexplainable. There are almost no words to describe the awe I feel when realizing that I am unchanged by outside forces. They actually used to call me Darth Vadar.

I just sat in a peaceful place. I am light, I am centered, I am.

Thanks, God... this acceptance thing feels easy today... 'preciate ya'!! - E.