How do we do it?
How is it a simple letter, a group of words fixed on paper, can so eloquently connect two people to each other across the void of distance, electrons, and light? Then we speak, and add a new dimension - tone and inflection, still simply waves and perturbations easily digitized and transported and reassembled at yet so familiar to the brain. Finally in person, we meet, we register, we click and connect, the picture is complete, and something eerie comes to the surface ... that internally, we were connected all along, that the meeting in person is simply a formality.
HOW COOL WAS THIS WEEKEND?!
Have you heard how the key to living a good life is to choose your friends, to choose to interact and surround yourself with the people who "have it"? This week, I was blessed to travel to a beautiful city in the valley amidst the mountains and connect with people who have it. Have what? Have freedom. Have happiness. Have a passion to help, a passion for success. People who are tapped in and connected to their vision. A vision that is not going to be fulfilled in this lifetime - WOW - a vision large enough to last beyond to the next generation. Does such a vision have time to selfish pursuit, ego, or material desire? That vision is too large, spans too far, and becomes something that is a part of something greater.
We said our goodbyes last evening and for the first time in my life I did not feel the stabbing pain of "goodbye" or the sinking feeling that I was somehow going to lose something, the dread of falling asleep in bliss and awaking to a new day with the energy lost. See, we CONNECTED and I know that the connection does not require a certain proximity. Nope - we are tapped into that fabric from which everything is woven and what a GREAT feeling.
No matter how deep the connection, nothing would ever draw me away from the excitement I experience as I come closer to my family. As I flew on the plane back, sitting next to the renown Dr. Strand, sharing our ideas about nutrition and learning about his incredible success helping people find the freedom they deserve (freedom from obesity, from diabetes, from overweight, from degenerative disease - his focus with his practice is to take people and move them into a healthy lifestyle, sound similar? Is it a coincidence that we ended up next to each other on fully booked flight ... or can we be objective and understand something greater is at work?) ... I digress ... as this experience unfolded, that excitement also grew because with every passing wisp of cloud I drew closer to my family.
They picked me up and we visited with my grandparents and had a terrific lunch together. Afterwards my uncle stopped by. Isn't family fantastic? My wife ran into the room and said "Come here, fast ..." and we rushed to the living room to see a large 5-point buck standing idly in the backyard, gazing at a doe on the other side of the creek will two young ones, their spots already gone, rested in the garden.
My daughter was excited at the surprises that I brought her and of course I had to sit next to her for most of the visit. I know my wife had a long day so I offered to drive us home. I put in the CD from the convention and let the memories trigger as I drifted back to my home.
It is hard to describe how you are moving across the plain and then suddenly you realize that dark band in the distance is not low-lying clouds but a majestic range of mountains - Black Hills if you will - that is slowly sweeping upwards to meet the sky. We have the most dynamic rainstorms and one side of the sky, blue, literally mixed and swirled with a complex pattern at the storm from as the dark clouds edged onwards and eventually blended into the mountains themselves.
As we moved into the valley, the sun exploded from the clouds. The hillside was illuminated. Imagine the stark contrast - the sun is on one side, shining bright through clear skies, onto the side of the mountain, that has a looming, ominous storm behind it. Imagine how the black, dark backdrop illuminated the gold and copper leaves turning as winter creeps into the range while the sun slips towards the horizon.
I was lost in paradise. We slipped in the Dances with Wolves CD - the symphony was appropriate. As the violins and strings cascaded in a complex rhythm that was layer upon layer, we wound higher into the hills. Bright colors danced on the side of the mountains, while the dark storm swirled to one side and the colorful wisps of red clouds soaked the sunset. The air began to cool immediately ... it was 85 degrees when we entered the hills and rapidly dropped to 65 ... then 60. The breeze picked up and the fresh mountain air simply flowed around us and made the trees whisper in synch with the music.
We reached our humble town nestled in the hills and as we climbed the road to our house, the valley was awash in color as the bright homes that declared their uniqueness reflected the last bit of dwindling sunlight. We pulled to the house. The dark grass that was turning brown in patches was windswept. There were petals scattered by the wind. I stepped out into the cool air and gazed over the valley and simply stood their electrified by my purpose.
What is freedom like?
Is it a million dollars?
Is it not having to report to work?
Is it living in another country?
Is it drifting weightloss in free fall or outer space?
Or can it truly be as simple as receiving the grace to sit on a step, to look over a beautiful valley, to drink in cool, fresh air and a marvelous sunset while the Ponderosa pines whistle softly and your daughter giggles in your ear?
Can I even share how amazing it is to be free? Is it possible to even connect? This was an incredible experience to me. My, how lives can be changed. How people can embrace health and living life. How we don't have to struggle and worry about what's next or how we can climb or who we have to push in the way ... instead we can love and share and instead of condescending we are ASCENDING in our PEACE and living in the moment. We can pause to enjoy a masterpiece called life that God created and blesses us with every day if we only pause to stop and look and listen and yes, even HEAR his voice he speaks so softly, but a whisper, yet when the only other sound is a giggle and a whir then the laughter and the connection and His love can be felt.
I am happy to be home. I cannot wait for tomorrow. I am excited to share this journal as I begin this last quarter. I will soon turn 30 and I am proud of the legacy I have participated in so far ... yes, proud ... the proud the father feels because it is not something I could have done alone, I am so connected with the most incredible team in the world, people who just lift and give and share, and what a feeling that is to be not alone both inside and without. I can't wait to see what new challenges lie ahead and how they will serve me to grow and be able to take on greater challenges. I welcome the challenge. I am awake, I fell awake, no longer sleeping or sleep-walking through life or walking on the line between the arrows ... now I am awake and leaping and climbing and going where no one else has gone, and doing it of my own accord, but not alone, no, not alone.
It is great to have purpose and vision, isn't it? Isn't it awesome to be in
pursuit of greatness - a greatness greater than who we are?
I had to sit and write and share, I am so full I have to let some out so that there is room to receive more. Thank you and God bless.
Jeremy