by Gwendolyn M Plano
I’ll be traveling to New York next month, to my youngest son’s engagement party. He called last night to ask if I would feel comfortable if he invited his father to the celebration. I told him very honestly that I hoped he would do so.
We all face junctures where the past and present collide, where memories demand our attention and crowd our mind. Sometimes these collisions evoke fear or anger or revenge, sometimes they simply remind us of a forgotten part of our life.
I read a fascinating book recently entitled Journey of Souls. The author, Dr. Michael Newton, presents case studies of clients, who while in a trance, speak of a life before this earthly life. There is a great similarity between one client and another, which is even more intriguing for me. And, one of the similarities involves our purpose in life.
Often, we associate purpose with our jobs or roles. But perhaps, purpose has less to do with what our title might be and more to do with how we live that title – of mom or dad or director or professor or whatever.
I can identify myself as a mom of four, but such an identifier tells you little about me, for you don’t know how I try to live that title, which gets to my purpose, I believe.
Dr. Newton’s clients speak of learning to love, and I wonder if that is our sole purpose. If it is, then our circumstances are a means to reach that end. Tragedy and sorrows transform to a challenge to dig deeper into our hearts. Could it be that through these hurdles, we are given the opportunity to go beyond our limits and in that stretch, become more than who we have been?
When my son asked if my past could step into my present, I paused for a moment, for I needed to retrieve that past. Strangely, I found that it was no longer there. When the past is depleted of its usefulness, all that remains are faded photos and the person we have become – through our reach for love, for joy, for happiness.
We all face junctures where the past and present collide, where memories demand our attention and crowd our mind. Sometimes these collisions evoke fear or anger or revenge, sometimes they simply remind us of a forgotten part of our life.
I read a fascinating book recently entitled Journey of Souls. The author, Dr. Michael Newton, presents case studies of clients, who while in a trance, speak of a life before this earthly life. There is a great similarity between one client and another, which is even more intriguing for me. And, one of the similarities involves our purpose in life.
Often, we associate purpose with our jobs or roles. But perhaps, purpose has less to do with what our title might be and more to do with how we live that title – of mom or dad or director or professor or whatever.
I can identify myself as a mom of four, but such an identifier tells you little about me, for you don’t know how I try to live that title, which gets to my purpose, I believe.
Dr. Newton’s clients speak of learning to love, and I wonder if that is our sole purpose. If it is, then our circumstances are a means to reach that end. Tragedy and sorrows transform to a challenge to dig deeper into our hearts. Could it be that through these hurdles, we are given the opportunity to go beyond our limits and in that stretch, become more than who we have been?
When my son asked if my past could step into my present, I paused for a moment, for I needed to retrieve that past. Strangely, I found that it was no longer there. When the past is depleted of its usefulness, all that remains are faded photos and the person we have become – through our reach for love, for joy, for happiness.
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