Upon graduating I am now seeking to find my future. I am passionate about elder care, bereavement care and hospice care. As I seek to fulfill my own spiritual quest I find more and more I am connected to the earth and the seasons. Living in Ontario, Canada I love the blanket of snow that is covering the green grass and keeping things quiet for the hibernating animals. Spring will burst forth with new life in no time. Can we apply this passion and love of life and death to our own world? Can we overcome our fear of death and have a "good death"? In dying we come to realize how precious life is here on earth but when we live seasonally we realize there must be more than what we can see.
Travel with me and embrace the frailty of human life. Live while you can live and die when the time comes.
In a good life there can be a good death.
29/12/2012
10/12/2012
What next??
Well the time has come where I am facing a fork in the road and must chase down the rest of my dream. I have finished classes and am ready to graduate upon the submission of the last two papers. Such great learning I have witnessed. Such great turmoil within my own heart. Challenges faced down and often swimming in murky waters trying to make sense and nail down some clarity.
That being said nailing down what the divine has in store is like trying to display Jello on the fridge with a magnet or nail it to the wall. Challenging to say the least. But that being said how lovely is it to just lay our trust in something greater than ourselves and listen to the whispers in the night. One thing I have learned is none of us do that to the fullest, not even me and I have been pushed to the edge of some scary cliffs.
A poem that I recently had read to me spoke to my heart and reminds me that the divine choose me not the other way around. I am child of the universe and can connect with all that goes before me and share in the witness of all that is behind me. I am a Christian because I follow the work and life of Jesus, I choose life on this path. Although this poem may not be perfectly articulated the way I would in today's context and culture the message speaks to me and keeps me afloat as I move and am molded by the one who created me:
And the Lord Said Go
That being said nailing down what the divine has in store is like trying to display Jello on the fridge with a magnet or nail it to the wall. Challenging to say the least. But that being said how lovely is it to just lay our trust in something greater than ourselves and listen to the whispers in the night. One thing I have learned is none of us do that to the fullest, not even me and I have been pushed to the edge of some scary cliffs.
A poem that I recently had read to me spoke to my heart and reminds me that the divine choose me not the other way around. I am child of the universe and can connect with all that goes before me and share in the witness of all that is behind me. I am a Christian because I follow the work and life of Jesus, I choose life on this path. Although this poem may not be perfectly articulated the way I would in today's context and culture the message speaks to me and keeps me afloat as I move and am molded by the one who created me:
And the Lord Said Go
the Lord said go
and i said who me
and He said
yes you
and i said
but i’m not
ready yet
and an
important meeting is coming up
and i can’t
leave my work right now
and you know
there is no one to take my place
and He said you’re stalling.
again the
Lord said go
and i said
but i don’t want to
but i don’t want to
and He said
I didn’t ask if you wanted to
and i said listen i’m
not the kind of person
to get
involved in controversy
besides my
family won’t like it
and
what will my neighbours think
and He said
baloney.
and yet a
third time the Lord said go
and i said
do I have to
and He said
do you love me
and i said
look i’m
scared
people are
going to hate me
and cut me
into little pieces
and
i can’t take it all myself
and He said
where do you think I’ll be
and the Lord
said go
and i sighed
here i am
send me.
Sister
Constance
Virginia
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