Facebook gave me a gift this morning
This little sentimentality-creating feature helped me see the wound I’ve put into the story about my son and how I have loved him. The post was made during the ten weeks in which I attempted to build a home from nothing for myself, my young boy, and my not-yet-born girl; away from their father, but near enough to give him access to their lives regularly. Olympia, Washington was where we landed. It was clean, charming, and all around me I could see the potential of this lovely city but I could not access hope within myself.
I have gone through the gamut of negative feelings upon numerous reflections over the experience of losing the family and life I tried to build.
I’ve made myself miserable, as though I alone was responsible for the grief I was experiencing.
When people have remarked on the strength it took to uproot my son, myself, and my damn-nearly-born child I have felt estranged.
I didn’t feel at the time that I had a choice.
I love life.
The choice seemed like one between life and a slow, terrible, death.
I have given my son, my daughter, and myself the experience and lessons of the strength we must have sometimes to remain in the light of loving to live. And today, the often soft, social media realm has given me a remarkably helpful glimpse at myself while I was on that line – between living fully and surviving. I loved my son. I have loved him so fiercely since the moment I knew he was growing inside of me that I have made a bit of a chore of it. My overly zealous desire for perfection-in-creation has taken far too much energy from my ability to fully express in this life.
In this time of a New Moon in Cancer, and the peak of summer’s liveliest expression on the Northern Hemisphere, I set an intention to cultivate the pleasures of home and the rich satisfaction to be found in slowing down my movements elsewhere. The infinite blessings of the universe helped me today and reminded me: Love this child! Love this child! Love myself! Love my family! Love life!
Love life, even when it doesn’t meet the expectations you set out for it!
Love life, even when your imaginations of it are grander than your abilities!
Love life, because there is no other reason for us to be here.