It’s interesting how a word can enter one’s mind and somehow, somewhere, someone else uses that very same word at the very same time.
I’ve been feeling off, for lack of a better word. Enough so that I speculated whether my hormones may be fluctuating and putting me through some sort of wringer.
Recently, Suse posted about a neighbor’s surprise passing. Somebody my age, with children, diagnosed then consumed in the blink of an eye. And just about the same time frame, a beautiful newborn took his first breath. It’s interesting, how the cycles of life continue, demonstrated within my own tiny sphere of friends, family, friends of friends, and friends of family. One life fades while another life blooms.
In a way, recognizing the cycle has a calming and peaceful effect. The universe breathes in, the universe breathes out. It’s the way it should be. The way it must be.
And yet. So often I get caught up in the whirlwind that is my daily life, and I forget to stop and smell the roses. A mother has passed. Children are left to grow up without their mother. It could be me as easily as it was her. How strong a reminder to STOP AND SMELL THE ROSES, FOR GOD’S SAKE.
It brings to mind some wisdom, written long ago. Live joyfully… …all the days of the life of thy vanity… Because life is a vapor. A vapor! So live.
Live!
Live joyfully!!
