Recently I attended the memorial service of a dear friend who had died of cancer. He knew he was dying, and had written parts of his own service to be read to those attending. It was a beautiful, thoughtful moment. From his message, I’ve adapted these thoughts that really spoke to me about love and becoming…
Slowly, we become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have not taken risks and endured much of life’s worst. Generally, by the time we are real, most of our hair has been loved off, and our eyes droop and we get loose in the joints.
While our youth celebrate outward beauty, I’ve learned that these things don’t matter at all. Once we actually become - once we are authentic and real we can’t be ugly, except to people who simply don’t understand the road we’ve traveled .
Being loved sometimes hurts. Although we do our utmost not to deliberately hurt the ones we love, the truth is, we inadvertently hurt the ones we love (and they hurt us). This is because our hearts are exposed the most to the ones we love the most. What greater way is there to communicate and to exist than to live openly, honestly, authentically and real with one another? And if we are truly loved, loved as the divine loves us, no one will care that we are authentic and real. And should anyone reject us as our authentic self, they never really loved us in the first place.
So, as I become authentic, here are the truths I must embrace:
I will not be afraid of being in imperfect shape...for that means I'm not left on the shelf, untouched and unharmed.
I will not only accept myself as I was created - I will celebrate all my quirkiness.
On this journey of life, the seams of my edges will fray - and frayed edges are beautiful.
I will love deeply - knowing my stuffing could be enthusiastically squeezed out of me.
I will embrace all that love is for the sake of being real...the good and bad.
I will expose my sunshine as well as my darkness. I will express joy and as well as sorrow, courage and fear, peace and anxiety.
I want to be comforted when I’m in pain - by someone who quietly understands the pain.
I want to be cherished and treasured. To be needed and wanted and liked and loved. To be seen, heard, felt and tasted.
I want to experience the full spectrum of love, the entire meaning of what it means to be real - to be loved for all that I am.
I want to live authentically as I was created - some of us are meant to bring living color to this otherwise “black and white” world. So I will celebrate the things that make me a bit different.
There is no dress rehearsal in life. We get one shot. Make it count.
Thank you Jim for reminding me - even in your death - to live.