As I soften, I realize life is so much more than the effort I put into it. As I soften, I realize that love is all that matters. As I soften, I am coming to love myself as I do my husband, my children, my grandchildren and my friends, treating myself as the greatest love of my life. As I soften, I feel a tenderness toward myself and others. I am cultivating a deeper appreciation of the differences that, rather than separating us, actually draw us into communion. As I soften, I am listening to the other’s Soul rather than just hearing the words. As I soften, I have less fear and more joy. I do not want to die, but I accept its ultimate inevitability. I am, as we all are, infinite and, at the same time, mortal.
““We do not need to grieve for the dead. Why should we grieve for them? They are now in a place where there is no more shadow, darkness, loneliness, isolation, or pain. They are home.” John O’Donohue
As soften, any illusion of a perfect world or perfect health falls away. What is left you may ask? The mystery of life filled with wonder, intimacy and compassionate forgiveness.