What is a Life?

Live for something.  Do good, and leave behind you a monument of virtue that the storm of time can never destroy. Write your name in kindness, love, and mercy, on the hearts of thousands you come in contact with year by year; you will never be forgotten. No, your name, your deeds, will be as legible on the hearts you leave behind as the stars on the brow of evening. Good deeds will shine as the stars of heaven.  ~Chalmers~

I originally posted this two years ago and, although I have tweaked it, I think it is still a good question to ask ourselves.

What is a life?  What gives it meaning?  The answer to this question will be as unique as each of us is, different for everyone.  This was the question posed to me by a dear friend a few years back who was dying from a rare genetic disorder, one that neurologically was stealing her body from her bit by bit, a disease that no doctor would diagnose until after her autopsy was performed.  During her darkest times she would question her value to society, to her family and friends, and to herself, a legitimate question coming from a gifted artist and musician who had slowly lost the use of her body.  For those of us blessed to have known her, what she gave each of us grew exponentially as her illness progressed.

Those whose journey it is to experience a chronic illness may have the most to offer, particularly in the depth and breath of the valuable lessons they can teach us.  My beloved friend Barbara  (my anam cara) suffered greatly before she passed not quite two years ago.  Through all her suffering she wore the face of courage well and taught those honored to be her family and friends such meaningful life lessons.  At times I wished I could just sit by her side with a tape recorder so I could remember everything she shared with me, every last word. Her concern for the rest of humanity, both people and animals, her beautiful artwork, done on the computer by using only her big toe when her hands betrayed her, and how in tune she was with nature were truly inspiring.  I pray that I could have that same grace if faced with her struggles.

For us, living the gypsy life and traveling gives our life meaning, experiencing the beauty of new places and different cultures, meeting people who have become friends, touching lives and having others touch ours, breathing in nature and soaking in her spectacular vistas and nurturing solitude.  For others, happiness is the stability of a home base, feeling more anchored in a community. Our differences enrich those around us.

One observation Terry and I made, both in Costa Rica and Mexico, is that many locals residents we spoke to are truly happy, even with so very little of a material or monetary sense.  Values certainly appear to be different in developing and third world countries, where basic needs are often times out of reach.  This certainly makes a life take on a whole new perspective and was a constant reminder to us that happiness and a truly remarkable life can be made without a lot of “stuff”.

When I look around me, to those who have so little, to those in physical and emotional pain, given the state of the world at present, my hope and prayer for all of us is that we can find the meaning in our present experiences and share what we have to offer with others.  I have come to realize that being of service to others in small ways brings me great joy and that just may be my calling in this life.

We all walk this same earth together; better that we not be alone in our journey but rather reach out and take another’s hand.  What a beautiful life this could offer.

Below is a slide of some photos taken during our journey through this life.  Enjoy!

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Living with Compassion

As I walk along the beach in the early morning, all alone save for a few joggers, my mind goes to the issue of compassion.  It seems as long as I can remember, this is a trait that I could embrace.  The only piece missing for me at times was to come from a place of compassion for myself.  During those times when I could not find it within myself to lovingly embrace me, it seems I expended all my energy giving it to others and ended up drained, feeling empty.

I once felt that putting me first was an act of selfishness but I have found that this could not be further from the truth.  When I embrace myself, telling me I am good, kind and deserving of love, it seems my heart fills to the brim and I have so much to offer others, whether it be a merely a smile, hug, or a warm thought.

So why is it that some people we meet don’t seem to have the compassion “gene”? Our culture, experiences, traumas, our parents’ traumas, etc. all cause us to approach life differently.  Is compassion lost to those who have had these different experiences?  I believe compassion can be taught and we can be our own teacher.

Practicing mindfulness, I believe, is the first step to finding our compassion mojo. Breath-by-breath, in a non-judgmental way, we could begin by sending out a blessing to those we care about, then on from there to those we struggle with, and end with a blessing for ourselves.  Many meditation mantras are available or you can use your own words.  This is one approach and may be the easiest, as it is natural to send out positive energy to those we already care about, but not so easy to do so for more challenging folks and sometimes the most difficult to send the love back to ourselves.  Starting today, how about we all give ourselves a big hug first, knowing that we are good and kind, worthy of the love we give to others, then continue on to embrace those who we may see as different.  What have we got to lose? 🙂

Gossamer threads

emerging from the heart

embracing the globe

in an intricate web

~

Some fragile

some strong

all carry messages

~

Words filled with…

love

hope

promise

compassion

~

Vivid images

beautiful to behold

reaching out

touching

heart connection felt.

 © LuAnn Oburn 2012

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Līgo Circle of Appreciation

Many of you know that I am not one to accept awards comfortably, other than a most humble thank you to the sender.  I have often asked myself why this is and perhaps it stems from way back in my childhood and that little voice that at times still tries to break through and say “not good enough”.  Whatever the case, I do appreciate the positive comments from so many of you and find this blogging community to be one that has inspired me more than words can say.

The Līgo Circle of Appreciation is not an award per se, but a symbol of appreciation, and one that I will graciously accept, thanks to Rommel of The Sophomore Slump, who included me in a list of  some very impressive blog sites.  He has a ton of followers, but if you are one of the few who have not made it over to his site yet, I insist you do.  You will find stunning photography and some amazing posts, covering a variety of subjects.

Here is how the  Līgo Circle of Appreciation works:

For a duration of 22 days, beginning October 1, 2012, 2 bloggers per day will be invited to join the circle.  Again a reminder that this is an appreciation, not an award.  Leave it to me to come in just under the wire (last day), but hey, I’ve been wandering around out in the boonies lately and internet connectivity has not been very friendly.

To participate in the Līgo Circle of Appreciation, you must:

  •  Complete this sentence about blogging: ”A great blog is…
  •  Refer back to the blogger who invited you.
  •  Invite 2 bloggers to join the Līgo Circle of Appreciation on a post.

So, here goes:

A great blog is something that reaches out and touches my soul.  It can be heartbreaking, breathtakingly beautiful, thought-provoking, put a smile on my face, make me belly laugh, teach me something, get my creative juices flowing, just plain tug at my heartstrings.

So many bloggers do this and Rommel of The Sophomore Slump, mentioned above, has done all this and more for me on countless occasions.  Unlike Rommel, I do know how to count (hehe) and, although it will be quite difficult to include just two, I am planning to do just that.  Whether they decide to acknowledge or accept this appreciation, I want them to know how much their blogs have inspired me, moved me, and pushed me to be better.  Here are my two:

  1. Nina of Wheeling It and her wonderful husband Paul, their near-perfect doggie Polly, and two cats Rand and Taggart have completely won us over and I am honored to say they are now our friends.  Full-time RVers for the past few years, Nina is an amazing writer and photographer, and has taught my husband and I so much about this RV way of life.  Nina, we appreciate you and Paul both more than you could know.
  2. Penny Howe of the why about this blog has inspired me to step out of my comfort zone and play with my creative side, which I didn’t think I had!  I am finding this to be great fun and her posts have touched me to the core.  I appreciate you so Penny, as I know so many others do as well.

This blogging community is so totally amazing and I must say has changed my life, reading the perspective of writers from all around the globe and being mesmerized by their photography.  What a beautiful way to reach out and unify the world.  Thank you all for your inspiration! 🙂

Ancient Messages

Ancient messages

carved into stone

What is their meaning?

The Paiute may know.

~

Warriors and shaman

celebrating the hunt,

family stories

symbolically unfold.

~

Listen carefully

to the wailing of the wind.

Mother Earth’s impassioned plea ~

“Stop destroying

my gifts, my beauty.

If you continue,

barren soon I will be.”

~

The skies open

as the rains begin.

Mother Earth chanting

her song of sorrow.

 © LuAnn Oburn 2012

Chidago Canyon, roughly a 30-45 minute drive northeast of Bishop, CA is where you will find The Volcanic Tableland, a wide expanse of far-flung boulders and deep ravines formed 700,000 years ago, when clouds of ash and rock were spewed forth from volcanic activity in Long Valley.

A few petroglyphs can be seen at Fish Slough, but travel a little further down the road to see the larger panels of these ancient carved rocks at Chidago Canyon and Red Rocks Canyon.

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Season of Passion

 

Autumn

the sensual season

thick and ripe with life.

~

Sun-kissed days

warm and tender.

Cool breezes on bare skin

like fingertips gently caressing.

~

Intoxicating aromas and tastes

succulent, juicy pears

warmed, spiced cider

exciting the taste buds,

begging for more.

~

Leaves changing

fiery reds, shimmering golds

passions inflamed.

~

Colors intensify

building to a climax

heady, fecund

erotic smells envelop me

~

Soon

rhythms gently slow

Mother Nature preparing,

ready to wrap the Earth

in a cooling blanket of white.

 © LuAnn Oburn 2012