To Friends Passing….

Hello there!

Yesterday a friend of mine died.

I am sad at his passing from this life and feel the loss of not seeing and hearing his lust for life with every breath.

But more even than sadness and loss I feel extraodinary gratitude.

What a privilege it has been to see first hand the interaction of this man with life and those he loved.

Was he famous? No.

Was he marked to be a man of destiny or distinction? No not particularly.

Was he talented above and beyond the average man? No.

So what makes him special I hear you say?

He was a man who showed passion for living.

 

Passion for his career as a chef, passion for his garden and house, passion for his right to exercise political opinion, passion for his family and friends and those he thought deserving of compassion and attention.

And it is this depth of passion, the breadth of his engagement with life and the complexity of his personal strengths and flaws that make him what he was – a human being who I was blessed for a short time in my life to know.

Thank you Rene, you and the way you lived your life was an inspiration though you probably knew it not.

Surely this is all that is asked of us while we are here on earth?

That we live our lives to the full,

that we open ourselves to the opportunities to love

and that we inspire others to do the same?

 

Until next time

Peace and love

Melody

Fellow Travellers…

Hello there

I was asked the other day what did I think about my fellow travellers on planet Earth.

This question was in direct response to the continuing crisis in the Middle East and I remembered a poem I had written in my book  ‘ Passion-songs and Plums’.

If you check out my website www.melodyrgreen.com you can download it for free.

Here is the poem.

Life’s tourist arrives, visits, devours 

And buys things he covets 

For they are different from what he knows

He takes them home and they fill his closets.

Life’s traveller arrives, passes through,

Buying only what he needs,

Wishing to find what he has left behind,

Cursing the strangeness he sees.

Life’s refugee arrives to stay

For as long as it is safe to do so,

Yearning for what he perceives he has lost,

Willing to create his old world in this new space.

Life’s lover arrives with curious eyes,

Willing to learn, to explore, to exchange

And give Him back to those he has learned to love

Leaving the world a better place.

Who are you Beloved?

 

Until next time

Blessings fellow travellers

Melody