Mind Set Go

We cannot begin to know

the impact of how what we think,

what we believe and what we do

affects us and others—and our earth.

This continuum we conceptualize as time…

Is it a continuum?

What does that mean?

And so this chapter begins.  Not as a new chapter.  Not as answers.  Not a result of some new revelation, but as an attempt to share.  Sharing impacts what we think, what we believe, what we do.  Sharing what we have discovered along the way that, perhaps, has been there all along, unseen, unknown.  Untapped.  And, it has potential.  This is a story, a journey, a walk together, holding hands and picking each other up along the way.

My husband’s best friend, our best man, diagnosed with lung cancer, passed away, now a decade ago.  The experience that I had in that hospice facility near DC, holding his hand alone, with his mother at his other side, living for days among others experiencing the same natural passage, changed my life forever.  There have been other moments that deeply impacted me, but none so… ethereal.  Events that coincided with that moment in time confirmed, for me, without a doubt, that there is something much more than meets the eye.  “We” are much more than we seem, more than we perhaps realize, appreciate, and acknowledge, and maybe, just maybe, it doesn’t all center around “me.”  Little did I know that I, too, would have a life-threatening bout with cancer eight short years later.

On one visit down to DC, before my husband arrived, I was in an elevator with our friend.  He was on his way to yet another college course, continuing this continuum of learning beyond undergraduate robotics and computers.  It made sense for me to go along so that we could hit the airport to pick up my husband just after the class ended.  Laszlo knew he was dying.  He had tried everything, and he asked me, “What is it all for?  I mean, what is the meaning of it all?”

I had no answer.  Nor do I now.  Although I have first-hand experience with cancer, myself, and although I have researched phenomenography and explored the process of experience and the meanings some individuals make of it, this is clearly not about answers—for the answers are in the questions, themselves. 

And that’s okay. 

On this journey you should be aware that you are not alone.  These posts will confirm that as you do much, much more than struggle.  Life is not inherently a struggle, although some birthing and dying moments might challenge that.  Life is a matter of perspective and perception, sprinkled with synchronicity perhaps not so unexpected.  And when it dwindles down to the moment of transition there is only one word that abounds and that word is powerful and real.  The word is love.