I’m finding it difficult to focus on that which must be done. I’m caught in the mental quagmire of thinking about those who are faced with life-threatening illness and preparing myself for a weekend retreat. Some are facing the reality of their mortality, and I am delighting in the vitality of my life, the blessings of my nurturing community and ability.
Life is full of these paradoxes, though. There is birth and death every day, but this is just what we see with our limited vision. If we could take our focus away from the blatant physical dimension, perhaps we would be able to sense the divine spark in everything, feel the Presence that is the source of life, imbuing us with the energy and very vitality that we describe as “life.” Energy is neither created nor destroyed.
One of my responsibilities is to trust that all that unfolds has meaning, that ultimately, everything contributes to the greater good, even if I can’t see how. My vision and understanding are finite, very limited. If I allow myself to trust, however, I feel like my understanding is broadened; I feel hope. One of my other responsibilities might be to help others sense this trust and hope. Some might call it faith.
Whether our body is overtaken with cancer or if we have years stretched before us, the truth is that in every moment, we may not know the difference. The truth is that the only thing that truly matters in every moment is that we love and love deeply with reckless abandon. In that, there are no regrets. And that is a responsibility we all have.