A Day in the Life Stream
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The most wasted of days is one without laughter. ~ e.e. cummings
Because Human-ing is harder than Adulting. This is a weekly publication for heart-centered warriors, swimming through this thing called Life.
Selected Readings and Songs:
The Light in my Bones, Annie Humphey (song)
Heavy, Mary Oliver
Dear Embodied Hearts and Dancing Souls,
Slightly different format today. I’ve had a hankering to play with emojis and write this as a stream of consciousness.
🚞 Friday we took a one day adventure: a Roundtrip train trek to my hometown, Princeton Jct, NJ. Not my actual mailing address but man oh man did this train station define my existence for many years. 🚆
📞🤙The entire day was an ode to a beloved Aunt whose Celebration of Life we attended. She had so much joie de vivre, a deep zest for life and the players in it. A compassion honed from hardships in her youth that most of us never face. Up the NE corridor we chugged….a little after the half way point I realize I can text a high-school classmate who still lives in the area. Even having her number is a recent coincidence. I text: this is short notice but are you up for hanging out?
😀She replies that she is indeed up for it, can pick us up AND drop us at the service as its on her way home. Time flies. We enjoy scrumptious pancakes, coffee and conversation. The spontaneity and connection honors Aunti. She was a true connector, and built a network all over the world as an empty nester. 🥞☕
🦋 When we get off at the train station, there is a monarch on a butterfly bush. One of the wings is a bit banged up. Its because of age, my scientist husband informs. Butterflies were her thing. I am wearing a scarf full of vibrant butterflies in her honor. The service is held in a lovely garden. Everyone wears purple, her favorite color. After years of seeing photos, I finally meet her children and grandkids. The tributes are spot on. Aunt Jane’s no nonsense take life by the horns spirit fills up the space. We all share pieces of ourselves that were shaped by her–her firm expectations of us, her desire to see us all lifted up, her lack of fear in kicking us in the pants, and most of all her compassion. I feel assured by this….this reality of her that is shared and remembered by so many. I am a part of something here, a different type of family. And how generous of her own children to bring us all here. 🌸💜
🕷️ Eventually I gravitate to a man standing solo. There is something about his smile. We start chatting, it turns out he is her actual nephew by blood. Three sentences later I learn he was a year ahead of me at my high-school. I look him straight in the eye. I am Mini Mital!, I say. He beams and tells me his name. I squeal. How in the great yonder did I end up going to high-school with my adopted Aunt’s nephew? As his brother and sister-in-law were in attendance, I saw a total of 4 people from my high school this day. 🕸️
💗 Aunt Jane lives on through what else, but her magic connections. Our hearts filled, we go back to the station and board our return train home. I did not have a “hometown” feeling when I had landed that morning. But wow, did I have one by the time we sat down in our seats facing southwards.
I LOVE the connectivity and serendipity I experienced! This type of magic is my jam, it makes me sparkle. The Celebration of Life feeds me in the same way my relationship with Aunt Jane fed me. We shared this verve—a feeling of aliveness when connecting with the zest in other people. I must be honest …I feel I sauntered off that path that was so natural and alive for me once upon a time. Grateful it’s real again.
As I write this, I am aware that another beloved Aunti from my childhood has entered hospice. I picked the song above for her.
There is Much unfolding here. The frequencies my Body was picking up — particularly about crossing a threshold, giving my full focus to the light in my bones, has come to pass. I am looking at evidence of how much I create my reality. Here is a link to a story I enjoyed as an example of the same. Notice she received exactly the “prayer” she had requested. Its part of a larger post I want to write.
Lesson in short? Dream Bigger.
With so much Love for you, your journey and your unfolding.
Stay #heartwoke.
Monisha