My Normal Week

Wow! What a week! Reese Witherspoon is no longer the highest paid actress. O.J. Simpson was sentenced to 9 years in prison. The Big 3 CEO's drove hybrids to D.C. instead of flying private jets. A Malaysian man was stabbed to death for "hogging" the karaoke machine. The U.S. flexed its already overly developed militant muscle by showing they could hit a target with a missile. Ball State wussed out on playing a real contender in the Humanitarian Bowl against Boise State. And let's think about the idea that one of the most brutal games that modern civilization has borne into existence (football, in case you're lost) is being played in something called a Humanitarian Bowl. That's humor, folks. I had to send the life of my love back to her home in Utah. (Yes, you read that correctly.) I moved my friend into the small 2nd bedroom in the small duplex in which I reside, AND I put up Christmas decorations for the first time in my life, all by myself! And, it's only Friday! Missouri has a chance to really screw things up for the BCS tomorrow if they can upset Oklahoma, and Florida can beat Alabama for a little extra fun. That's what I will be rooting for.

It's funny the things to which we attach ourselves. I am struggling with having seen the beautiful life of my love for seven wonderful days, and then having to say goodbye to her as she heads back to the cold, snowy mountains and her amazing young son. I miss them both. I promised her I wouldn't use the 'miss' word again, but since this is to the universe, I am trusting she won't hold that against me.

My friend and new roomie were having this beautiful spiritually-centric conversation last night over some Mexican food, part of which I would like to share with you. I know that in a spiritual world, in which we all reside despite these corporeal manifestations in which we house ourselves, there are no boundaries of time and space. My spirit communicates all the time with her, my family, whomever I desire. And that is beautifully reciprocated constantly from her spirit as well. So why do I allow pain of loss to creep in? I don't know that answer for sure, except that maybe that is just part of the human condition. I believe I can be unattached and still be loving, warm, compassionate and giving. It is undeniably a precious balancing act, but one that exists and is there for me, and us all, to fully implement into our "normal" everyday lives. I'm ready for that new sense (or perhaps it's just a remembered sense long forgotten) of normal where we all can be unattached observers and just allow love and light to flow forth freely. A normal where we live and love without reservation.