This thought popped into my mind yesterday as I was being given Reiki by a dear friend and colleague of mine. My life should be looked at as compost!
At first this made me laugh. Where did this idea come from? What this means, I think, is that the beauty of my life, of everyone’s life, is that we have stories to share, lots of stories, and that as we share stories our life experiences can be used as fertilizer for everyone else!
As I write these stories about my experiences and things I’ve learned, let them take wing. What I write I let go of to have a meaning of its own to whoever wants to read it. I have always felt that our lives can enrich the world.
I guess this is the time to introduce the elephant in the room. About two years ago I was diagnosed with what has come to be terminal cancer.
At first this made me laugh. Where did this idea come from? What this means, I think, is that the beauty of my life, of everyone’s life, is that we have stories to share, lots of stories, and that as we share stories our life experiences can be used as fertilizer for everyone else!
As I write these stories about my experiences and things I’ve learned, let them take wing. What I write I let go of to have a meaning of its own to whoever wants to read it. I have always felt that our lives can enrich the world.
I guess this is the time to introduce the elephant in the room. About two years ago I was diagnosed with what has come to be terminal cancer.