Contemplation

 

As I sit here again on the bus contemplating life and I realize that life is merely an interpretation of events, interactions and our surroundings. We look through the eyes of our mind and through that interpretation we determine what the true meaning or message being conveyed. For example, a bus filled with passengers witness the same accident. Each person will provide a common recount of the event, but there will be differences in the stories. Why? Because the experience was lived differently by everyone, the experience was not viewed through the same eyes of the mind. I believe that this applies in many aspects of our life experiences.

As I read more of the Yoga sutras, I am more inclined to believe that the understanding, education and the nourishment necessary to maintain the strength of a man’s spiritual being is found in all aspects of Yoga, Buddhism and Christianity. I suppose the other religions provide additional components of consideration. I will continue my reading and I report my findings.

My Mother

She must go deep in her well and pull out strength

 

Today I am writing concerning my mother.  Anyone that reads this blog, do yourself a favor, take the time to self-reflection. 

Tuesday I received a voicemail from my sister.  She sounded somewhat disturbed and stressed.   I instantly felt her vibe and knew something was wrong with my family .  She explained that she went to see if my mother was ready for her Doctor's Appointment and when she walked into the room, my mother laid on the bed with her eyes open, muttering  softly of nothing.  My sister called several times to my mother she did not respond.  According to my sister, mom's eyes do not blink nor did she move.  My sister called the ambulance and  my mother was taken to the hospital.

As my sister explained this to me I felt stress, concern, and helplessness  rise from the pit of my stomach.  I began to think in panic mode.  I thought, What am I going to do?  I need to go to Georgia, and see about her.  What is she is about to die? Several crazy thoughts came to mind.  So I decided to meditate. After I meditated,  I mustered up all my strength and walked out of my office on a mission to save my mother.

As I began to plan the rescue of my mother, I had a revelation of sorts.  We are all responsible for our actions or decisions.   The hero that my mother needs is within her.  She will not change and lead a healthier lifestyle until she decides that it is truly time.  She must go deep in her well and pull out strength. Once she says that it is time,  I can help by lending support, suggestions and encouragement.  I can not do anything until she determines it is time. Love is sometime letting go and providing support from afar.