The Only Guarantee

The only thing we are guaranteed the day we are born is that inevitably we will die. We don’t know how or why or when, but eventually we all do stop having “TIME” to do, to be, to live.  It is an undeniable truth we all have in common.

I’m not going to say what you think next – I’m not going to encourage you or try to inspire or motivate you to live your best life.  I’m not.  I have faith that you try to do that every day. We all do the best we can with what we have in front of us. And yeah, I’m tired of the constant cheering on, the pushing and the loud screaming about all the ways for you to succeed.  As if you’re not already doing your best to be better every day…

No, today, on this day of remembrance, this day that reminds me of how precious life is – how we can lose a college friend like Cesar Murillo, in a moment, for no reason at all except that he was in the twin towers going to work – on this day when I reflect on time, on birth, on death – on this thing we call life, the only thing I’m going to encourage you to do, is to take a deep breath.  Exhale.  Take a moment to be grateful for all of it. For the process, for whatever all of THIS is. Existence, possibility, life. 

If you’re reading this be grateful for the good, the bad, the mundane, the joyful, the sad. Reflect on this moment as a powerful one. As a quiet one.  Acknowledge that you are here, you are worthy, lovely, and perfect just as you are.

Appreciate this moment in a time of grace.  And never forget…

How precious life truly is.

College. Friends. Life.

Boston. Love. Prayers.

As of this post, 2 , casualties, 23 injured at the Boston Marathon.   0820_Boston-MA_400x280

New York is taking precautions, Washington D.C., is also making some changes on Pennsylvania Ave/at the White House — out of precaution.

My hometown. Boston. So sad.  My country.  It feels unsafe.  A little scary.  But I don’t want to live in fear.  I will be more alert, more vigilant but no fear.

They’re not sure if this is a terrorist attack or some random technical problem.  Either way, it feels a little like the hours after 9/11.  Uncertainty. The not knowing.  Fear.  Again.

Gotta fight it.

The fear.

Can’t function in fear.

But together, in love and prayers, we can get through this too.

I’m sorry Boston.  Sending much love to the families…to the runners…

I’m sorry America… Sending much love and prayers for us too — lets get through this as we always do, together.

…and be stronger for it.

Peace, love and all that good stuff.

Carm.