Cracks in the Fabric of Life

Cracks in the Fabric of Life

When you get older, you develop cracks in your spiritual self. People you love grow up and “grow away” from you. Its a natural part of life, but it leaves cracks.

People that you love, both family and friends, die…and that leaves cracks. Never to hear those voices again. That’s the thing which gets me. If the eyes are the window to the soul, the voice is the soul’s connection to others. I miss the voices of my loved ones who are gone so much. I miss their touch.

Of course we can spackle some of the cracks with new relationships, new friends. Beautiful little grandchildren. New interests. And of course we can still cultivate the garden of love we have already growing with those who love us, and whom we love. Every garden needs a little fertilizer and water, and it’s up to all of us to provide it. If a move needs to be made to shore up a relationship, be the first one to make it. Don’t wait. If an apology is in order, don’t be the prideful one, be the humble one. Do it. If somebody needs help, do it without expecting anything in return. Do the hard things that need to be done to help, don’t just pick and choose the easy stuff.

Life is not about money, or fame, or being right all the time. Life is about relationships. Good relationships put fuel in your soul’s tank. Loving and being loved is what makes life worth living.

I saw some friends at our 50th reunion a couple of months ago. I went to school with these folks. Most of us for the entire 12 years. It reminded me that I originally learned how to care about other people who weren’t my family by being close to these classmates. It set me up mentally to prepare for life’s permanent relationships by relating to them. Plus, I still care very much for all of them. We don’t agree on every little thing about life’s philosophy, but heck, who does in this day and age?

In closing I’d just like to say I think my cracks…the empty spots which have been left by life’s inevitable ebb and flow have been pretty well filled, and will continue to be, as long as I keep an open heart to change. As long as I keep an open heart to them unconditionally.