Let your heart be your permanent place of residence so God can always find you home. -Frank Coppieters Most of my life, it seems, I’ve been moving.
I read of a father who never hugged his daughter good-bye without saying this blessing: “May every place you be make it hard for you to leave. May every person you love make it hard for you to say good-bye.” I loved this. If you’ve moved many times in your lifetime, like I have, you know what it’s like to leave a place. Yes, there have been a few that didn’t merit so much as a look in the rear view mirror. But they’re the exception. Most have been difficult to leave because there’s beauty in every place on earth.
I’m 87 years old as I write this. Well, I’m imagining I am, taking a few minutes to get myself in that mindset, before I write my current self this letter. What would I say? What would I tell myself to go for? What would I tell myself to release? At 87, what makes me most proud? What makes me the happiest? What, at 87, do I wish I’d done? Not regret – because I’m too wise at 87 to waste time on regret – but what do I wish I’d done? What things would I remind my current self
It’s not the love of one person that matters, In the end. It’s the love of life.
Word. This title caught my eye in Powell’s City of Books, downtown Portland, Oregon a few weeks ago. While I didn’t purchase the book, there have been so many times I’ve thought this very thing. Or made up my own words.
What do you want? If you consider your answer to this question, outside of anything immediate, like I want to get to bed at a decent hour, indulge in a pedicure, spend a couple days at the coast, become fluent in French, a fresh bowl of strawberries, etc., what would you answer to what you really want in life? “The indispensable first step to getting the things you want out of life is this: Decide what you want.” -Ben Stein A spiritual intuitive consultant asked me recently, “What do you want? Seriously, Barbara, what do you want in this
Sometimes we do both. Here, with a brand new blog, I’m doing both. Dipping a toe, because with writing, it’s really the only way to create. One word at a time. One toe being soothed by cool, clean water. But diving in with honesty about the journey. Diving in with emotion and spirit. Diving in with love as I, a travel writer, explore inwards here – rather than journeying outbound. And why the name health, prosperity and love? They are the words I chose at the start of 2015. Well, they’re close. I chose feeling words – because how we