FLEETINGNESS OF LIFE

I was gazing out the North window this Morning admiring the scene, when it occurred to me, those thistles aren't like church spires. {My last blog} How did I come up with that? They branch out at the top, one could say they are many spired , I suppose. There are giant Mullen, that are like spires, interspersed with the thistles; their candles are just beginning to turn yellow.

I have lots on my mind and nothing on my mind. I can be very peaceful. I am very peaceful. This has been a strange year. Time is flying by. I was hoping to capture the Summer and I have been 'here'. I have been enjoying it, but I couldn't stop or even pause time. And that is okay, too.

I was hoping, to do, many landscaping tasks this Summer. I have gotten behind on tree trimming etc. I can hardly mow the lawn, as low branches threaten to knock me off the mower. It is specially bad this year, because the trees are so lush with leaves, the branches are heavier. Yet, I haven't done a thing. Jamie hasn't felt good so we passed up on the vegetable garden this year. Our perennial flower gardens have been outrageously beautiful this year, despite having the occasional burdock, poking up among them, pretending to belong.

I have been more aware of my age, and perhaps more accepting, I do object to the wearing of the body sometimes. Somebody said on Face Book, “I don't mind getting old but my body sure doesn't like it.” The limitation comes gradually as you age but there are times went it is pointed out.

We have had a lot of death, in the family, in the last couple years. My brother Bruce, his wife, Arlene. My brother Garth. And then Donna, the woman I was previously married to, and Mother of my first four children. In a way, Donna and I grew up together, we shared that time of life when people evolve from 'young people' to adults. It is a time of many changes. I was reminded of her Sunday. I was reading the obituaries and I noted and old friend died, who we knew, when we were all in our late twenties and early thirties. My first thought was to e-mail Donna and share the news. Then, I realized, there are very few people left that shared that time space.

I am not sad about it. It's okay. I don't think, of death of the body, as a real thing. We inhabit bodies for a short time and then go on to new adventures. The person that dies certainly doesn't care, I am sure it is a very freeing experience. We, who are left here, however, can be greatly disturbed. We may not have the personal assurance that death is not real. We may interpret it as the end of the person [spirit] as well as the body; and even if we have the faith that death is not real, we just miss them.

Right now, for me, it reminds me of the fleetingness of life. Like the Summer that has flown by, my life is also.

I don't feel that I am going to die soon. I wonder, does anybody? I really have a hard time imagining that I am close to the portal. I don't feel like I am in my 83^rd year and I have much experiencing left to do. Besides, I don't want to leave until I see the new world, created with love, firmly entrenched upon this beautiful Earth.

So, we have more work to do! Or more shining of Love and Light!

Is this a strange blog?

Friday I will talk more about Healing/Learning Centers.

Love and Peace, Gregg