“We cannot, after all, judge a biography by its length, by the number of pages in it; we must judge by the richness of the contents…Sometimes the ‘unfinisheds’ are among the most beautiful symphonies.”
― Viktor E. Frankl, The Doctor and the Soul
I wonder about what life would be like if we let ourselves live richly. If we took time to sit with each emotion and moment and friend to relish them. I was in a qoya dance class where we were trying to let our dancing be a representation of our pleasure. Not only sexual pleasure, but pleasure in life. Then we were required to be present to that which is not pleasure. Oh the pain of that place for me. I bawled on the yoga mat– wanting to move back to the pleasure filled and trying to figure out what was wrong internally that I might feel so much sadness. There is no fixing here. We cannot fix the suffering, but we can be present to it. What is unfinished in you, but rich? What is rich in your life?
Our American culture has us moving through life with effectiveness, speed and efficiency, but it often disregards the rich moments. The hand held in a moment of vulnerability. The phone call to your grandmother and the wisdom from her voice. The stories from your grandfather he’s told over and over and over. The green of the trees at first bloom. There are projects that you may not complete and that does not make them less beautiful. I wonder what we might do if we were not worried about the finishing all the time, but instead leapt with gusto into the process and the experience. Let a symphony in your life be unfinished, but let it be rich.
MANTRA: May I seek out and pay attention to the richness of my life and do the work that is there. Let that which is unfinished add rich threads to the fabric of my life.
JOURNAL: What is rich in your life? How are you attuning to the richness?
These Soulful Sunday blogs go out weekly on Sundays to be used as a place to step back from the hustle and bustle and explore what your soul might be saying to you. Some folks use these as journal prompts and let loose amidst pages. Some folks bring them to the kitchen table and jam over coffee. Do you, boo.
