“In your life, you meet people. Some you never think about again. Some, you wonder what happened to them. There are some that you wonder if they ever think about you. And then there are some you wish you never had to think about again. But you do.” (Author: Unknown)
It's been a busy week here in the Tullous' house hold with Jason working a cycling camp and Liam and I on our own. Thankfully, my mom has been able to spend time with Liam while I run off to teach. All in all, things are going well. Sleeping has been spotty and we wake a bit rough and groggy, but we mange to get on with the day.
I have been in more of a contemplative place as of late. And it seems that I have been thinking a lot about the people who have come and gone in my life and, well, I get a little sad. I suppose the sadness is due to the simple fact that I miss those dear to me that I seem to have lost touch with. I know that this is part of life, that people will come and go, but it doesn't mean that i like it or, on some level, wish things were different.
In my life, I have moved a lot and nearly every 3 years. Yes, distance creates a gap in time and space. Life happens and people get busy so there is no blame just an ache in my heart. It's simply me missing face-to-face moments and everyday conversations with those who have made a difference in my life at some point along the way. And really the every day events of life are sacred.
In some ways loosing touch feels like a loss, as if this is a phase of change where it is time to let go. Life, it seems, is moving us on our chosen way. Of course, I know well that there is good to follow. For as we let go of one thing , we make room for some other wonderful thing to come in. Maybe this is simply a case of making room for the new. Maybe it is time to open my heart and life up to new friends, companions and teachers. Come to think of it, as I look over my life, every move seems to bring new people into my life and big shifts happen.
It is 2 1/2 years into my time here in Tucson and 3 years seems to mark the magical moment of feeling settled and integrated into my new community or, at least, that has been the pattern for many years now. With all the moving I have done in my life, you would think I would be good at this, that I would be a pro at this, but I am not. Moving and leaving those I love and hold dear behind has always been the hardest part for me. When I reflect on the places I have lived, it is the people I miss most.
I trust my travels in life thus far are for a reason I do not yet understand. Apparently, I signed up for this. So I'd better be grateful for all the comings and goings and count my blessings for having met some really beautiful people along the way who have helped me grow into the better part of me. Counting... one, two, three...
May I always cherish the sweet moments and take to heart the lessons learned from great teachers along the way who were so ordinary and perfectly extraordinary in their very own way.
Another great quote: (Couldn't decide so chose to include both)