Life is a Mystery

Life is a mystery… I don’t think many would disagree with that… Sometimes I feel so alone… even in the midst of many people… even though I have a very attentive husband and three teenage kids. Sometimes it feels like there is only me here and no one else here at all. Other times, I feel as if I am a part of everything… that there is not one thing that exists without being a part of me; funny, most of the time I am alone when I feel this way.

But when Spirit calls my name… when it saturates every cell in my body and mind and heart… I feel like I am already home. I feel like all is just as it was meant to be. My little self bulks at this feeling, insisting that I be afraid. If all this is just as it was meant to be than this is a terrible place.

But what if this is home? What if things are just as they were meant to be? What does this mean?

It means that one day we need to be content with what is. We must leave our fear behind us and walk confidently forward into the midst of this life. We must hold our heads us high, we must strive to find joy in every moment, we must reconcile that we are here living this life, we must find a way to love ourselves and each other.

This to me is the great mystery of this reality and everyday I work hard to accept whatever comes my way as being a part of the life I am living now. It doesn’t mean I can’t change things… it just means that I am ok with the inside and outside of me.

Namaste