A Reach

Today I walked down by a lake. The snow is rapidly melting now and the scent of spring lies just below the crusted surface. Although the ground is still frozen a few cardinals are flying about and there is a sense that the long harsh winter has been left behind and the buds of the trees and plants will soon open their eyes and peek out into the clouds.

My thoughts turned to the concept of life vs. death. Recently I have had communication with others here whom are experiencing a loss, their sharing has prompted me to write about this today. I am no expert on the matter though I can tell you I have experienced numerous losses in my life - each and every time it knocks me to the ground, I cry and suffer during such times while attempting to grasp for the minute straws of understanding in the hopes of gaining altitude to ease the sorrows. In fact, and though I do not like to admit it my personal gain-loss equation is grossly weighted to the loss side. I do not care to discuss that here though.

In my soul searching I constantly reach a point where my eyes open and I become very grateful. Many of the things taken for granted become clearer to me and my heart see's more clearly and appreciates them. This is why simple caring and sharing touch me so profoundly. All too often we do not say "thank you" or "I love you" until it is too late. Similarly we sometimes miss simple pleasures like a beautiful bird singing from afar as we so diligently pursue that thing called "success" while jamming our signals with its associated noise. There is never any happiness in death; all the smiles in the world cannot mend a broken heart. It is real. I've no reason to believe I deal with it better than any of you. I apologize if this sub seems morose but I felt a compelling need to approach this subject though I recognize I likely may not adequately do it justice.

Life is very very special. There are so many wonderfully beautiful people, places and things in the world.

*teary* ....the key to happiness is about keeping one's eyes open, letting the singing birds echo in our ears like a symphony, the smiles and hardships of others find a gentle perch inside where significance lives, watching the seasons change in sheer awe while all the while deeply acknowledging there is but one true loss - death. It is important we reach to share, nurture and care for/ with others; to nurture the spirits which allow us to truly "see", even in the most simplest ways. For real loss and excrutiating sadness is in not having experienced any songs which freely roam around us continually.

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Please....please.....accept this feeble "seeing" of mine to write of this ........