The Power And The Pain

Funny how I always think of Lennon. I think of those hands, those wonderful hands and all the possibilities they hold within them. I think of his eyes, gentle and curious, still so innocent and so sweet, his exuberance, his simple way of accepting everything. My world is infinitely better because of him.

I am so lucky. My life is like the ocean. I am carried along on one wave after another and just when I think I might drown, it lifts me up into the light and dazzles me with something totally unexpected. Of course there are the times I have found myself up against the jagged rocks and painful pinnacles of a dark, or dangerous obstacle, but those times eventually pass and when I can look back on them, they generally have something to teach me.

If I am honest, most of the changes in my life have been the result of something I did, or did not, do. There is power and pain in that knowledge. Power knowing that I can change things. Pain knowing that the options are not always good ones and that sometimes I might make better choices.

Either way it encourages me to get out there and do something when the going gets rough. The slightest movement on my part has been known to carry me a very long way. It’s always worth a try.

Some of my worst times have laid the way for some of the best. Lennon came at the end of a dark and painful period. Truly the light at the end of the tunnel, always in the light, always full of light, always there just being himself.

Talk about lessons!