On One Life

by Chrysula on March 9, 2011 in work life balance

I attended an achingly beautiful funeral last week. Tragic. Substantive. Stunning in its elegant reflections on one man’s ordinary, extraordinary life. It was one of those horribly unexpected deaths. No preparation. No goodbyes.

Despite shock and sadness, I was left with a sense of just how much impact one life can have. How inspirational, how motivating, how divine, one life–deeply lived–can be.

It might be a cliche to speak in terms of “carpe diem“. Never the less. Seize the day. Now is the time.

To laugh. To play. To work. To dream. To achieve. To serve. To contribute.

Whether in the spotlight, or quietly as a dear friend reminded me recently,

“The growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs.” — George Eliot

There is no ordinary life after all. Each in our own ways, is changing the world. Will it be for its good? What is it that you will leave behind? I don’t mean your possessions.

What is the legacy, the story, the imprint of your soul on this planet?

Who has gone before you who has had impact on your life? Would you share your thoughts below?

 

{ 4 comments }

C. Mackie March 11, 2011 at 3:10 am

With great sacrifice, my parents provided me a year of high school at an exclusive girls’ boarding school in Brisbane, Australia; something I was totally unprepared for and resulted in time spent in detention, wagging in the locker room and visiting the Principal’s and school psychologist’s respective offices. I no longer look back on that time with regret but remember my intimidating, fiercely ugly and hugely inspirational English teacher. She saw something in me and in the midst of my personal turmoil made a point of helping and teaching me. I am now a passionate advocate and facilitator of literacy and give thanks to my educational heroine, Mrs D.

Chrysula March 11, 2011 at 4:22 am

What a gift. To be seen. In the seeing of each other, we give permission for voice. And we are heard. Thank you dear C. xo

For Heart And Soul March 11, 2011 at 9:01 am

My grandmother was widowed unexpectedly at what I consider to be a young age. She was devastated, but I don’t remember that. What I do recall is a woman who lived in a 3 roomed home (one was the verandah), grew her own fruit and vegetables, kept chickens for eggs and meat, cooked, preserved, pickled, made jams and chutneys and sauces, and made featherlight scones that were shared every Saturday evening when when she visited her friends to play cards. In spite of what must have been such a difficult time in her life, she made her home a haven for others – and I especially felt that. My life as a child was (unbeknownst to her) one of terror and abuse, and I took every opportunity to escape to the sanctuary she unknowlingly provided.

My love and respect and gratitude for her lives on – I cook the things she cooked and long to live the simple but busy life she did, whilst endeavouring to provide and be aware of others who may also need a soft and safe place to land.

Chrysula March 11, 2011 at 6:00 pm

It must have taken great energy and wisdom to create that place of safety for you and others, even though she was unaware of the great pain you were experiencing. Thank you for the reminder of the simple ways in which we can create that for others.

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