WIZE TIME MANAGEMENT

A friend died this week.  A wonderful human being in my books.  The sadness has stayed with me all week.  Her funeral is tomorrow.

Though she died on Tuesday, she is still very much alive in my mind.  The energy of her life remains on earth.  Her emails to me are still on my computer and I still think she’s there though I know better.

A geology professor of mine who was in his seventies at the time made a remarkable opening statement to our class.  He said he was not afraid of dying because he knew he would would live forever.  We were stunned by his remark – we didn’t understand at all what he meant.  He went on to tell us that no one ever really dies.  All matter is energy, atoms in a particular form.  He had us looking around at the room and explained that everything we saw and touched all came from the raw materials on our earth even if we didn’t connect with it that way at the moment.  He pointed to the materials in the ceiling, floors, desks, plants, shoes, clothes, etc.  Everything in our surroundings came from some other form – ore, petroleum, soil (plant fibers), water, wood from trees and so on.  Our energy continues at infinitum in the world.   He pointed to the formation of fossils from living creatures, the ash of burning materials returning to the earth from where they came  and the materials from our earth which was once a liquid in the center of our earth.  We are all just energy – molecules shaped in a particular form which will continue to change as our body deterioriates and people’s memories fade once we die.  But in one form or another we will always be here – we will never truly die.

Our memories, a form of energy,  fade but we still remember, don’t we?  Every once in a while I remember people who were part of my life in one way or another and died a long time ago and yet I give them energy by remembering theirs.

The reality is she and I will never again sit together with a glass of wine in our hands, laughing, talking, dancing, being silly and connecting over the little dramas of our lives.

I’m glad to have known her on the physical level of our existence on earth.  Our relationship has changed.  Her spirit, her energy on all levels and her being as I knew them are now gone.  I will always cherish the little time we shared and certainly as long as I live I will remember her – she will never be gone without a trace.

Lorraine Arams
www.wizetime.com

Can you remember your Christmases?  Most people can remember many. 

Why?  Because emotions run high at Christmas.  There’s great anticipation.  Much care is taken to pick just the right gifts for your family and families.  There’s Christmas music everywhere for at least a month ahead of the festivities, Christmas concerts, Christmas charity events, Christmas parties, Christmas decor in stores, at major hotels - and the lights – so many people put up lights on their houses, their balconies, inside their homes and, of course, the grand daddy of them all – the Christmas tree and all that entails.

Is it surprising then that people can remember Christmas day?  Presents, great food, great friends, family,  excitement, thrills, playing games, talking, connecting and just the sheer joy of being together!  

One day every single year the world seems to stand still – few if any stores and businesses are open and everyone makes a point of being together even flying thousands and thousands of miles to unite.

Being together creates the memories!  And every Christmas is different.  No two are exactly alike.  That warm fuzzy feeling lasts for quite a while after that day and as people go into the new year, they are still “satisfied” from connecting.

You have no one to connect to?  You can if you want.  Make a special Christmas day at your place – invite other people who have nowhere to go and have a feast.  Plan some games or whatever.  I did it for years and it was a lot of fun because I just never knew who would be coming. We left the door open for people to bring someone else they knew who didn’t have a place to go Christmas day.  We had some very good laughs and people were so appreciative for the efforts.  Years later, I would meet people who had come and they still remembered what a wonderful time they had.

Christmas might not be perfect, but it’s what you make of it! 

What memories will you create this Christmas?