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Morning vs. Mourning


Dear God do I ever love mornings. A new day with new possibilities.


Yesterday is done but not quite, as it platforms today. Even if last evening was disappointing, today can begin that necessary correction, righting one's life trajectory.


Mornings are liminal, a word used more seldom than its reality, given the numerous transitions life actually takes us through.


We live in the liminal. "Liminality is a term used to describe the psychological process of transitioning across boundaries and borders. The term “limen” comes from the Latin for threshold; it is literally the threshold separating one space from another. It is the place in the wall where people move from one room to another."


Liminal is the space between "No longer" and "Not Yet." Yet, the liminal is where life happens, relationships form, serendipity surprises, change happens!


As I age, transistions intensify, especially given the stark message of daily obituaries, unfortunately also "new every morning!" Each brief description of someone's "hyphen" between birth and death stares at me, as their front end numerals approach or match my own, foretelling a shorter runway this morning than I had yesterday.


Yet the dreams of greater impact keep coming. Strategies for bettering my community flow with new energy, instructing the occasional pain within this aging body to subside, rather than distract from my remaining God given assignments.


If I can't run as fast, I'll just write more often, transferring the wisdom that has been shared with me by an amazing life of victories and defeats.


No time to mourn, for my calling is relentless and "without repentance" replenished by the joy that comes from thoughts of inspiration and impact upon future generations as I share lessons learned.


“This is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; the being thoroughly worn out before you are thrown on the scrap heap; the being a force of Nature instead of a feverish selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy.


I am of the opinion that my life belongs to the community, and as long as I live, it is my privilege to do for it whatever I can. I want to be thoroughly used up when I die, for the harder I work, the more I live. Life is no ‘brief candle’ to me. It ia a sort of splendid torch which I have got hold of for a moment, and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it on to the future generations.” ~ George Bernard Shaw



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