There are phases of a lfe.
There are ups, downs, some sideways slides, and some periods of calm and then storm.
But there is always a beginning and an end.
Only by acknowledging that there is a beginning and an end can you appreciate all the different phases.
It finally hit her that she too had an end.
Only then, after the diagnosis, could she relax and enjoy each phase.
Odd thing to say but there is a liberation of spirit when you know there is the end.
It lets you let it be.
It gives you permission to embrace the phases for what they are.
Your unfolding story.
Your unfolding truth.
Your unfolding life.
See the arch so you can experience the moment.
We toasted the absurdity of it all.
We relaxed.
Had a good laugh and said we will remember this moment.
The moment of illumination.
The ageless experiment.