When it rains it pours and opens doors
And floods the floors we thought would always keep us safe and dry
And in the midst of sailing ships we sink our lips into the ones we love
That have to say goodbye
And floods the floors we thought would always keep us safe and dry
And in the midst of sailing ships we sink our lips into the ones we love
That have to say goodbye
~Train
There are a lot of stories here wrapped up in the past 4 months. The main story isn't about me, a woman who is in treatment for cancer. I think that story is more like a funnel, and it's job was to aim, other, more important stories at me and out of me, and at and out of you, through us....all connected by some electrical currents that share and feed our energies. We are all vessels to some sort of lesson or message, and perhaps cancer was a way for me to hone in on something much bigger than me. One of those funneled stories, has been about the life and legacy of Tara Boland. I am someone who was touched by her, only because I too ended up with the same kind of cancer she had. Someone told someone about me, who told someone else, who got in touch with TaTa Sisterhood (that Tara had been the force of) and here we are.
So you see, there are a lot of stories here, the least of which is me. I feel especially touched by Tara and I wanted to share the above video in remembrance of a life well lived and still living on...in her family, her friends, now in me a stranger. Something that touches your heart and life so deeply, even if you have never met that person, can never truly die. It lives in every breath and intention. When I learned about her and saw how she lived everyday to make it count, it spoke to my own journey, it was inspiring. I too wanted this time to be about life as usual for my family, and not change into something else that we looked back on as that awful time mommy had cancer. I wanted it to be fun, and happy and filled with gratitude for everything we DO have. That my friends, is a very long list. A list I can only explain by sharing all of the stories. So the blogs to come will be my stories, OUR stories. I will do my best to honor the ones in my heart, but I invite you to share your story with me here so I can post it. Let's continue connecting on a higher level. I've seen the difference in being connected. Keeping things in, being closed minded, continuing on in life THE SAME and never being challenged to grow, that is not what life is about. That is small and lonely and sad......so open up, and share, connect, love, honor! I think it's easy to have compassion for someone with cancer, it's a sickness we can't help. But what about (sorry Bruce Jenner interview heavy on my mind) the transgender community? Take this lesson and let it carry over in everything you do. Let your heart open and free you from the walls of discrimination, isolation, whatever your misconstrued perceptions are. All it takes is a little bit of stretching your heart and mind, staying open and lots of love!
In Tara's Memory, MAKE TODAY COUNT!!
Love these two posts so much. You know I love a good story. The one you're living and the others you're telling are just... incredible. I'll try to think of a good story worthy of contributing. Of course, you know my favorite - taking place many moons ago, in a teeny NYC apartment, involving two gals with the munchies after a night on the town, some ingredients, a frying pan, a vigorous sauté, followed immediately by the most unexpected side dish of cashmere sweater sleeve flambé. (READER NOTE: No gals were injured in the making of this story. The sweater, on the other hand, did not recover well...) Love you, Beck. Looking forward to the next chapter of your story. xo - M
ReplyDeletehaha! I believe the real sadness was that it was a $500 matsui sweater that no starving girl in NYC could ever afford, and I got free! And it was the stomach area on fire, haha! thankfully it was loose fitting and my oven mitts put it out in no time. We still had a great 4am pasta dinner ;o) love you!
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