Tuesday, April 4, 2017

And I'm getting older, too......

Oh, mirror in the sky
What is love ?
Can the child within my heart rise above
Can I sail thought the changing ocean tides
Can I handle the seasons of my life
Well, I've been afraid of changing
'Cause I built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Even children get older
And I'm getting older, too......
LANDSLIDE by Stevie Nicks
Been musing quite a bit on life, on growing older, on children leaving home.  My baby, my youngest, graduates high school this spring.  And thus ends my life as a Mom with kids at home.  I tried so hard to be present, just BE, for every second but still the years whooshed past. 
So this past Saturday I sat listening to her choral concert, knowing we have one more performance until I'm done being a parent in the audience.  The grieving thoughts started, and the empty hole grew in my mind. What does this next step hold for me? Someone who never had a clear vocational niche?
As if being whispered in my ear, the alternative view came.
As I have always believed, everything we do in kindness or love creates karma that balances the bad.  Each act sends an "invisible bubble" of perfection into the air of our collective human consciousness.  Each phase of life offers us unique chances to create bubbles.
Each kiss.
Each kind word or wish.
Each tear shed in grief.
Each donation.
Each laugh.

All send up "bubbles" of love and joy that surround us and our fellow earthlings. This thick layer of love is insurance against the hate and anger.  So the next step, as every step before, is to find as many opportunities as possible to make bubbles!  Perhaps I found my niche after all.