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....curled on a mushroom, the tiny fairy sleeps.

It's been a reflective afternoon. I finished reading The Five People You Meet in Heaven this weekend. The overall message really got to me, and forced me into some serious insight...

"...fairness does not govern life and death...if it did, no good person would ever die young."
This is a pretty powerful statement for me. We've all experienced life and death and the inevitable question of "why?" But it's become a part of me. After losing my brother, this question became absorbed into me. A resolution that would never come, I accept this. How does one understand life and death without experiencing a life that makes you want to dance, and a death that steals your breath away...? I think of this, and a quote pops into my head..."get busy living...or get busy dying"

"...holding anger is like a poison. It eats you from the inside. We think that hating is a weapon that attacks that person who harmed us. But hatred is a curved blade. And the harm we do, we do to ourselves."
Wow...WOW...As someone prone to holding a grudge, this really spoke to me. It's truth stripped me and it's harshness sliced through my shield. Anger...process and leave. What a simple concept, why was this so hard to understand?

"...lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that's all. You can't see their smile or bring them food, or tousle their hair, or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it."

I have thought today a lot about passion. About love...about understanding passion in love. I can't pick one part of my life that isn't completed through an act of passion. I put it in every part of me, like a bottomless bucket of glitter, sprinkled on my life. Passion gives me purpose for what I do, and without purpose, I don't see the point, and without a point to life, why bother? It seems like a natural sequence, but maybe it's not. Maybe like these simple lessons I learned from this book that are "ah-ha" moments for me, this idea of passion is that moment for someone else. We can all learn from one another, the lessons of life.

QUESTION: Have you ever written a letter to someone, for no reason other than to let them know the impact they had on your life?
My cousin Jesse is graduating, and that's what I did for him today. I cried, read it to my gram and she cried...It's a gift to him, but for me, I feel alive. Passion is best shared. Final lesson of the day.