I want to write about politics,
and I am not going to convince anyone to believe anything other than what they already believe.
I want to write about business,
and I know many of you don't read this to hear about business.
I want to write about struggle,
and I feel like I write about struggle every day, it's ever present and repetitive.
So many things in our lives...
to think about,
to resolve,
to make peace with...
So, let me write about life itself.
A friend of a friend went under the knife yesterday, for a "whipple" procedure, to buy himself a few years of life before cancer ends it.
He is barely 50.
When they went in, they saw the cancer was inoperable, and the surgery would be pointless. So, they closed him up, and let his body rest.
He is about my age.
I say that I am not afraid of death, and I truly mean it.
Not fearing it, doesn't make it any less sad as I think about him and his family.
And, not fearing it, doesn't make it any less easy to compare, "there by the grace of God."
We can choose to spend our days fully in the STUFF that fills them.
There is ever more stuff...
And, between politics, children, work, and the pace of content today, there is plenty of stuff to drown our minds and overflow our days.
I think about my friend's friend. And, despite sadness, can find some solace in the fact that he gets time to say goodbye and to share more time, allbeit limited with those he loves.
So, I breathe deep this morning,
to find my words, my focus...
I set aside all of "the stuff".
And, even more so than usual,
I am grateful for this breath,
for this beautiful sunrise,
for this gift of today...
for harmony in this moment.
Nestor