Fifty- Two

I wasn’t on Facebook last year. I forgot how amazing it is to receive well wishes throughout the day …from the different people of my past who care about me.

The last five years have been a steady stream of loss and sickness in my family. The compounded effect has made me think about this tiny moment in infinity that we call life.

Life. What is it? Is it the breath we breathe? Is it the:space we occupy? Is it the wonders we imagine? Is it the love we make? Is it the God we emulate?

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Naturally I’ve been thinking about my own life. My ability to breathe, to take up space, to imagine, love and emulate God. I think about how every rotation around the sun I vow to be a little more. More unapologetic. More radical in myself acceptance. And today was no different.

The work in which I’ve committed my life makes me intently aware of the isms that make it hard to breathe and take up space. How then can we imagine, love, and emulate the holy?

Racism. Sexism. Heterosexism. Ableism. Classism. An ecosystem of reduction. Yet the rotation continues. The clock ticks upward and the calendar flips onward.

Time doesn’t stop. It demands living.

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Lately, I’ve been listening to Footloose (the song) and I have stumbled across a line that I guess has been there all along. The singer says we want somebody to tell us that life aint passing us by. But, as he retorts, “It will when we don’t even try.”

Fifty- two weeks in a year. Fifty- two rotations around the sun.

It’s a good year to remember
To keep pushing
To be more.

To not let the isms of reduction let life pass us by.

So that when we become one with infinity we can say, with unabashed resolve, I’ve breathed, I’ve taken up space, I’ve imagined, loved, and emulated your greatness.

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Thanks friends and family. I truly appreciate each birthday post, text and phone call. It was beautiful.

Loving you all!! 💕💕