WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO BE HUMAN AND ALIVE (prompt taken from a friend’s webinar)<\/p>\n
I can\u2019t answer that question I can only respond to what it is for me, not what it means. And I can only respond from a septuagenarian perspective knowing at any other age I would have responded differently.<\/p>\n
Sarcastically I want to remark that it is the opposite of being human and being dead. But unlike earlier knowing, I have no knowledge of being dead. Is dead even human?<\/p>\n
I am time. Time fleeting. If I am of nature, and I mostly agree that I am, I have yet to embrace myself, fully. I continue to separate myself from whom I am, only observing the earth, the sky, the flowers mostly, and the trees, the ants, the spiders-but never the worms. <\/p>\n
Although not yet dead, I do go dormant. I shed, like leaves in the fall, my outer shell, my fa\u00e7ade. A thinning of too many possibilities. Each spring hope blossoms, never the same but always with intention. Alive with direction, with bounty, with beauty-with kindness, with compassion, with joy. <\/p>\n
With fear and anxiety.<\/p>\n
With fear and anxiety.<\/p>\n
To be human is to be vulnerable; I allow myself to be vulnerable. Vulnerability is my sign that I am alive. Vulnerability is risk, is challenge\u2014it\u2019s letting go (despite the fear, the anxiety); it\u2019s escaping the rabbit hole-over and over again.<\/p>\n
To be alive. I am alive always. Alive: aware, conscious, striving, seeking. I am not necessarily knowing, but always in pursuit of knowledge. I am loving, embracing, grieving. I am dancing. I am praying.<\/p>\n
I am alive and human as time separates me from the past, gains quickly on me to a future which will have no answers. \u201cI might be stardust\u201d I might become a star. From dust we came to dust return is a parable of the earth, but I dream sky, I dream sun and moon and stars.<\/p>\n
Like morning glories, I sleep, I wake\u2014a continuum. Invasive, maybe, to some, but I declare it\u2019s the life cycle reaching and pulling, and connecting–and in winter, like leaves disappear so do the flowers (in Minnesota anyways), but they return faithfully in the spring.<\/p>\n
Diversity makes me human, makes me alive, makes me who I am: an earthling perhaps born on a yet to be discovered planet.<\/p>\n
Sherry Lee
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WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO BE HUMAN AND ALIVE (prompt taken from a friend’s webinar) I can\u2019t answer that question I can only respond to what it is for me, not what it means. And I can only respond from a septuagenarian perspective knowing at any other age I would …<\/p>\n