“SOUL LIFE…”

Each time I hear, see, or speak the words SOUL LIFE I revisit, for the moment, my childhood. How easy it was then to visualize every possibility as I had yet to place parameters on my own dreams. Still time has a way of shifting who we are and I now consider my dreams—past and present—an element of my Soul Life.

Why you may ask? Well it began at my birth. I was surrounded by family on all sides and wherever I wandered. Each voice conveyed innuendo as to the caretaking of a spiritual life. Of course I was typewriter_legswtypewriter_sample_img_2unaware of this until years later and my encounter with a high priestess; my Great Grandmother. She arrived in America from Italy long before I was even a thought. And until I was a grown woman I did not spend much private time with her. Until that one day…  Her blueprint was to rock slowly back and forth on her front porch; a grey shawl wrapped tight about her shoulders. On this morning she shared with me saying: “It’s my time!” She continued rocking and added: “The angels carry my soul back to God.”

She continued her rocking cadence but remained silent; even though I asked her to explain …my time. Whether or not she lived beyond “…my time” I shall never know. Yet that moment with her I shall never forget.  

These days there are social media sites across the spectrum as to the Soul and its purpose before life during life and afterlife. Our guides in this open dialogue are names like Deepak Chopra, Gary Zukav, Eckhart Tolle, Oprah, Wayne Dyer, and so many more. I do not pretend to speak on their behalf or on behalf of my great grandmother.

As to the word soul I see it as an intention given by God with a return date required.

2015: “A Rose When I Was A Child…”

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It was the voice of my Italian grandmother who used to say things like: “…you kids grow too fast. Slow down. Smell my roses; they not last either.” I, of course heard her, but did I listen? No, not really. Her message was imprisoned in my youth. But today, yes the first day of 2015 at around ten at night I heard: “…see, I tell you the truth.”

I wonder what Maria would think of humankind these days—so far removed from the immigrants struggling in the coal mining camps of her day. For Heaven’s sakes we are now searching for answers in the Cosmos and losing sight of our neighbor next door. Don’t get me wrong, I find significance in knowledge. But more, I find hopefulness in the storytelling of those who came before us. The ones who warned us to slow down… “Tomorrow waits for no one.”

2015: Who among you will dare to smell a rose or listen to the laughter of a child or remember the voices of those who came before or hold an aged hand and ask: “What do you mean grandmother that I grow too fast? After all: LIFE IS INTENTION!