Your comments intrigue me. . .
I have spent the last 3 hours reading comments from you, the readers, and commenting back in many instances. How thrilling it is for me to be writing and then hearing from you in such a quick turn-around. After nearly thirty years of writing books, this is an interesting departure. I must say, however, that I have heard from thousands of book readers too over the years, both by snail mail and more recently by email. Knowing I am “being heard” is gratifying indeed. It’s the hook that will keep me coming back for many years to come.
The comments are insightful and sometimes critical too. I love them all. It shows me that you are paying attention to both the words and to your own needs as searching individuals. What I write is never meant to be the whole “solution” to any topic for any reader. It’s simply my opinion at that moment in time. And that opinion is subject to change at a later time too. It’s my hope to keep growing and expanding my awareness of new ideas, and broader interpretations. Personally, I believe that every person I meet is helping me grow in some way and therefore, I must be attentive to them all.
To be stagnant in our thinking doesn’t help any one. What each one of us offers to every situation should be fluid and in keeping with the moment. There is only one moment to live, and it’s Now. Actually this makes our lives so much simpler. We don’t have to drag any of the past into our present interpretations. In fact, when we do, we are not even alive to the present. What a shame. Life has so much to offer us. Let’s don’t miss a moment of it.
The other thing that is on my mind today is the sense I have of my friend, Joy, who died so very recently, being with me in spirit constantly. The final song at her memorial was “Wake Up Little Susie,” which brought a smile to everyone’s face. And it’s my belief that when we die to this life we do wake up to who we really are. So it was and is a fitting song for all of us.
Joy is truly awake now and probably smiling as I write these words. I know it makes me smile to know that she is still close by. She’s on one shoulder and my mom sits on the other. I’m well protected in this arena. The angels hover over all of us. Aren’t we lucky?
