STORIES UNVEILED
“ANTHOLOGY OF WORDS ECHO FROM THE PAGE”
“life. when i think of life, there is a particular image that comes to mind. a brown hardened seed, nestled within the earth, aware of the world around, transforming. slowly straining, pushing, until a small green sprout emerges. it takes the perilous journey upwards, feeling for the warmth, the nutrients, feeling for the sky. it may emerge, it may not. perhaps it will spring forth a luscious blooming bush or a sturdy serious oak, but when i think of life, it is not the structure of the plant that comes to mind, but the movement. the vibration. ever so small, yet that rhythm, it pulses. it moves. it carries with it possibility. i think that is what makes life special. that we each carry with us that pulsing, moving, vibrating rhythm. we can sense the rhythm. we can see it in each other. when a sibling graduates, strong... firm... proud rhythm. when a parent worries, waning... waxing...staggered staccato. when we lose a friend, deep... mournful... raw rhythm. but that is the truth. life in all its glory is not infinite. its rhythm may be stripped, piece by piece, dampened slowly over time. its rhythm may be ripped, without prior notice, replaced with sudden silence in its wake. life is finite. its precious limitations are onerous. however, i think its leaves us an option. learn to listen, hear the rhythm in others, however simple or resplendent. strain your ears to catch that last message. seek out the faces that give you comfort in the crowd. feel the warmth emanate. and perhaps if we let the rhythm carry us forth, to bind us, resonate within us, those of us full of life, we will be able to bleed into another. one strong, vibrating, thrumming, reverberating beat may be all it takes to revitalize one that is fading. and for those straining, pushing for life amidst the treacherous pain or to those we have lost, let us be no stranger to their rhythm and bear the beat of their drum in harmony with our own. that is the true rhythm of life. outward grasping, inward healing, forever flowing from one to another.”
~A friend
