Do You Want to Be a Hero? Live WELL

Heroes Live Well

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When you live in the past you live badly.

Your past is like a condensed movie of your life that flashes by the side of the highway as you speed by; the years passing by faster than street lights.

In the re-run of your life, you are embarrassed by your mistakes, and want to edit those scenes out, but you are an evolving organism, and learning hard lessons made you stronger.

Your shame made you aware, and your awareness made you forgive yourself and move forward, then you forgive other evolving organisms for their mistakes.

Looking back shows how far you have traveled on your journey. You have been altered by your experiences have altered you in the eternal classroom of life.

In the space-time continuum, your pit stop on earth can be free from regrets if you decide to search for ways to live WELL.

You were put on earth to be a hero. To reach your true potential. To become someone you admire.

To work hard doing what you love, maintain your body, expand your mind, and nurture your soul with positive thoughts and gratitude.

Honoring yourself transforms you into a tiny hero.

When you express yourself you light a tiny candle and your light spreads.

It illuminates the path of your future.

Death inches closer each day, kindling your urgency to live well – to love lots, and to value your life.

You don’t fear death when you are fully immersed in life.

You raise your standards, and perform brave deeds and noble acts.

Your plot has new twists. You adopt a dog. He has hero worship in his eyes for you. You feel good.

You show compassion to a person who needs some. You feel good.

Your struggle with life is gone when you do what feels good, and connect to others.

You remove your 3-D glasses and see things as they are. The world is beautifully imperfect.

You understand that everything happens for a reason. Chance occurrences benefit you.

You wouldn’t change your journey because it brings you to the movie of your future.

When your journey has ends you are a full grown hero. Mission complete.

When you love and live well, you die happy!

The last scene of your life is not a flashback, but a foreshadowing of your next journey. Your perspective has changed. Your body will dissolve, but your spirit will remain.

You are drawn to the warmth and peace of the ambient light from the screen. Love is everywhere. The music fades to a humming chorus and transitions you to a new time zone.

The credits roll. It’s a happy ending. You look forward to the after party!

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    Life is Short, Buy The Shoes

    It’s the first day of spring, and my Mom beckons me to visit her in ‘The Gardens’ where she peacefully rests. I enter the driveway under the shade of the huge cedar tree, until the warming spring sun meets me, and I circle around beside the lake, and pass by the Chinese pagoda on the right, and the chapel on the left.

    I arrive at The Garden of The Good Shepherd, with a statue of a shepherd in the center, his eyes watching over my Mom’s headstone. The only sound comes from two enormous Canada geese who are sipping water running from a hose on the path nearby.

    There are more flowers in ‘The Gardens’ than the golf course and all the big lawns of the houses beside it combined, and the blooms are ablaze in pots and bouquets and wreaths in every shade of cheerful red, yellow and orange, creating a peaceful and beautiful spot.

    life infusing flowers

    Flowers are life infusing

    Words matter, and I prefer the euphemism ‘garden’ over cemetery. Gardens are grown, cultivated and nurtured, while cemeteries are maintained.

    I do not feel grief, but I feel nature rejuvenating my senses, and infusing me with life honoring energy.

    A small miracle occurs each time I visit. On one occasion, my sister felt as if someone was watching us, and there was a beautiful coyote standing as still as a statue, staring at us from the distance. Another time, my brother said it seemed as if all the song birds in the area had gathered to sing for us.

    On my first visit after Mom died, I drove out the exit and traffic was stopped. Then a mother duck jumped off the curb, and trailed three wee ducklings behind her across the street, in front of my car. The ducklings were so tiny, they made a few attempts before getting up the curb on the other side. What symbolism! Three of us had helped Mom a lot around the time of her passing, and it might sound weird, but this felt like she was giving a little gift to us.

    I place a pot of pink flowers into the holder on her headstone, and sweep debris off her stone with my hand, and remember a verse from her favorite song, Danny Boy, that she used to sing to me:

    And I shall hear, though soft, your tread above me
    And all my grave shall warmer, sweeter be
    For you will bend and tell me that you love me
    And I will sleep in peace until you come to me.

    Visiting here helps me cherish the gift of life.

    I think about the frivolous sign I saw in the store where I bought her the flowers earlier:

    “Life is Short, Buy the Shoes”.

    It is a metaphor for going after what makes us happy in life, like buying the shoes we long for, and to softly tread along the sweet path of our lives in them.

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