Roots and Wings

There is a time to live, and a time to die...

Parents know that they must provide their children with a strong foundation, education, and values - so that they may eventually leave the nest and flourish on their own...

In the last few days I've received so much sad news... A dear friend is helping her father transition... Another awaits the birth of her child, facing complications. And another was just diagnosed with cancer. A dear friend of my family transitioned today...

I consider all these occurrences against the back drop of my yoga community and the events that shattered it...

What does all this mean?

What does it say to me?

I am reminded of the fragility of life and the importance of living fully in the present moment...

I am reminded that children need roots and wings - much like some of my yoga community's progeny - which are now finding their voices and stepping into their own power...

I am reminded that the only constant is change...

And, I am reminded of of the famous passage from Ecclesiastes 3: 1-8 - "There is time to live and a time to die..."

There is a time to hold on to something, and there is a time to let go of it...

There is a time to follow your heart, and walk a different path, even if you leave others behind...

I end this posting with this wonderful quote I saw on Facebook, because it seems so appropriate to me right now...

"There is a voice inside of you
That whispers all day long,
'I feel that this is right for me,
I know that this is wrong.'
No teacher, preacher, parent, friend
Or wise man can decide
What's right for you - just listen to
The voice that speaks inside."
~ Shel Siverstein

Let us all live fully and freely and give others the room to do so as well. Let us accept everyone as they are - wherever they may be. Amen!

Comments

EPF said…
Thank you for this beautiful post.
Olga Rasmussen said…
Blessings to you!

Olga

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