| Dearest Mütterlein:
April 1st, 2004 It was on my morning walk today, as the sun came up that, the idea ferry started talking to me about aging. First there were whispers from the ducks, then the new park benches dedicated to those who loved this park, then the daffodils and tulips in bloom all around who spoke to me, and finally as I was reaching for the light, stretching to capture the sun's first rays she spoke to me. Recently I learned that a friend who had been an important part of my live in Cape Breton was diagnosed with a terminal illness that only gives him |
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| a few more months on this earth. He worked
hard his whole life to plan for his retirement and now is just two years
away from enjoying it when he is faced with his call. I myself, while
working all those long hours in the computer business, found myself
praying that I would have the sense and ability to be out of there and
able to experience and share life with you before one of us was called
home. So many people struggle all their lives to prepare for retirement
only to find that when that day comes they are unable to enjoy it for
health or disability reasons.
So now we have arrived. I decided to forego a substantial amount of money five years ago by selling my business early when it could still have earned me much more cash. I did this with joy in my heart and now our life reflects the wisdom of that choice. I have had the time to care for our Shambala, find my love, be your coach through the heart and hip surgery, and live each day to its fullest. I have taken the time to Love Life. Life is such a precious gift. Not only our own but to live on a planet that has us surrounded by life forces everywhere we turn is a blessing beyond compare. I cherish each day, each moment that I have here on earth and when I am in the garden, especially in the spring, each little seedling, each budding flower, each unfolding leaf, stands as testament to the miracle of life. Now that we have found this place where I can spend time in full appreciation of life I am filled with this incredible joy that you have lived long enough to share it with me. The afternoon naps in the park under the clear blue sky, eating the little daisies, the berries, plums, apples and pears to come, the bounty of the garden, the walks up the mountain and down to the shore, the bells at Roche Harbor, tea time in the rose garden. These are all precious memories of life shared in joy and love. Then, after your heart surgery I got increasingly sidetracked. I was concerned that our time might be cut short and that your clogged arteries and diabetes would lead to blindness, stroke or lack of mobility. So as your coach I started "training" you in an effort to reverse some of the damage 80 years of hard work and physical neglect have imposed on your body. I was unwittingly encouraging you to do what my friend in Cape Breton did and what I did in the computer business. I was telling you to sacrifice today for a more glorious tomorrow, forgetting that today is all we have. Recently I signed a partnership agreement with My Love and one of the guiding principles reminds us that: The
past is history, the future is mystery, today is a gift…
This is the present we can all give each other. The gift of today, in all its glory. The celebration of life each day we are blessed to be on this earth. Then when the time comes, we are ready for the joy of death for we finally get to go home to our creator who has given us this wonderful gift. So my dearest Müterlein if you will let me, I want to share the joys of life with you each day that we have together. Instead of your coach, training you for the Olympics and making sure you stick to your regimen, I want to be an angel sitting on your wingtip as you fly through the remaining days of your life. I want us to experience the wonder of life on earth together so that we are both ready for the glorious journey home whenever it may come. On a beam of light |
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