He dies…..

When King Lear dies in act 5 of Shakespeare’s tragedy he writes, “he dies”. That is all nothing more. No fanfare, no metaphor, no brilliant final words. The culmination of the most influential work of dramatic literature is “he dies.” It takes Shakespeare, a genius to come up with “he dies”, and yet reading those words for the first time I found myself overwhelmed with dysphoria. I know it is only natural to be sad but not because of the words “he dies”, but because of the life we saw prior to the words. My father’s life ended with a simple and modest, “he died.” Life is a special occasion rise to it. Peace and love.

There is something……

So I was watching a movie the other day, called my Sister’s Keeper. During one of the scenes of the movie they played a beautiful song the words are below. As I read the lyrics, I began to think about what feels like home to me. I think we all at times need to take a sort of inventory when it comes to what we have in our lives. What makes us who we are. What people bring joy into our world. While this year was hard with the death of my father, I still have a life that is worth living. A life that needs to be lived to the fullest. I have a sense of peace in knowing I do have so much good in my life and the people in it I hold them near my heart always, because of them I know it will always feel like “I am all the way back where I belong.”

Lyrics to “Feels like home”-

There’s something in your eyes
Makes me wanna lose my self,
Makes me wanna lose myself in your arms
There’s something in your voice
That makes my heart beat fast
Hope this feeling lasts
For the rest of my life

If you knew how lonely
My life has been
And how long I’ve been so alone
And if you knew how I wanted someone to come along
And change my life the way you’ve done

It feels like home to me
It feels like home to me
It feels like I’m all the way back where I come from
It feels like home to me
It feels like home to me
It feels like I’m all the way back where I belong

A window breaks down a long dark street
And a siren rings in the night
But I’m all right cuz I have you here with me,
And I can almost see through the dark there is light

Well if you knew how much this moment means to me
And how long I’ve waited for your touch
And if you knew how happy you are making me
I never thought that I’d love anyone so much

It feels like home to me
It feels like home to me
It feels like I’m all the way back where I come from
It feels like home to me
It feels like home to me
It feels like I’m all the way back where I belong

It feels like I’m all the way back where I belong.

Peace and love to all …..

Finding a spiritual center

Just as the unexamined life is a life poorly lived. No life is complete without some effort to connect with the deeper meaning of our existence. Whether we are jewish, Buddhist, Christian, or a non- believer, when we as seekers begin to reconnect more deeply with our spiritual centers we begin to achieve a greater realization of the profound wisdom and the intuitive awareness that is a natural part of each of us. This kind spirituality allows us to naturally recognize the inseparability of self and other. We gain the wisdom to see the relationship between the whole and its many parts. The more we cultivate our spirituality the more we become sensitive to what those around us see and feel. Cultivating a heightened spritual discernment and awareness helps us become a more kinder, caring type of person.

Peace and love