I haven’t been writing much in February. I’m still here. However, I am spending February with The Magical Creatures. And as much as I love to write, My Muse just can’t compete with that.
I know how very blessed I am. My Muse knows that as well and seems happy to sit on the sidelines for a bit.
What I have noticed in the last two weeks, with My Muse sitting quietly aside, was that I lost my hustle. And I don’t miss it. I don’t think My Muse even misses it.
Perhaps part of this situation is that My Now in Real Life is so intriguing. Spending time with a growing family of five just doesn’t leave many moments of contemplation. Someone is always doing something interesting. Endearing. Miraculous.
On this visit, I have taught all Three Magical Creatures how to knit. The oldest already knows how to crochet as I taught her that last summer at the beach. Surprisingly, it is the five-year-old who caught on quickest and will sit next to me as we add row after row to her masterpiece.
And just like that — I understand a fundamental truth of aging.
We are not our bodies. We are not our careers. We are not even our souls. We are the Love we give. Times Three.
How will my granddaughters remember me? Will they remember all the stories I penned about My Love for them? Will they need to read about my feelings for them to feel the depth of My Love?
No.
They will know in Real Time how much I loved them. They will know that nothing in My Life compares to spending time in their company. Not even some of the things I love most about My Life.
They will go out into the world as centered beings. They will know their own self-worth. They will know what Real Love feels like — because they have been well-loved every single day of their lives.
And isn’t that the whole point of Life? To raise good Humans? Ones that know how to hold each other up with kindness and support? Humans who recognize, in their being, what Love looks like? To leave this legacy of Love to survive us long after we turn to ashes?
The Universe in Her vast generosity cannot be outdone in abundance. I have found the more grateful I am for what I already have in My Life — the more I am blessed. Times Three.
Namaste.
