Tuesday, January 17, 2006

In my Heart

Shadows are falling and I'm running out of breath
Keep me in your heart for awhile

If I leave you it doesn't mean I love you any less
Keep me in your heart for awhile -- Warren Zevon

I used to think everybody has a person in their life that causes their mind to stretch into a new realm. I know now that people like that are unusual and considerable gifts. You get them for short time, and that time is your measure of what you can absorb and develop into something new.

I am a person of faith. I am also a skeptic of organized religion. To me, this makes perfect sense.

Organized religion doesn't reach me. The sermons do not hold my attention, nor do they dictate my behavior. Yet, I felt that both those things were the ultimate goals.

Reading about the intentions of Christ on this earth speaks volumes to me. I feel in my core that this is the measure in which the evolution of humanity is hinged. We will plateau unless we reach a level of love for each other that mirrors the love Christ enacted towards the least fortunate.

Gertie showed me through the way she went about her daily life that public and private piety were not exclusive. Her example, which began with the day and ended when she laid her head down, was a true example of taking the teachings of Christ, be they humility, kindness, selflessness or love, and simply living them. In pain for nearly 50 years, she endured. When she stumbled, she tried harder, when she saw need, she filled, when she saw hurt, she loved. In all things, she laughed, loved, and lived with lively interest.

Her faith was a strength, and her goal was to just be more like Christ -- more loving, more accepting, more humble, more appreciative. These qualities helped raise 10 amazing children, and they in turn marked the starting point for yet more loving families as grandchildren grew up and flew away into the world.

A tiny woman of sheer strength, self possession and determination won my heart and admiration. Losing her leaves me once again with a book in my hand, questions in my heart and a jaded eye.

It also leaves me with a flesh and blood example of why the journey is worth it.


At January 27, 2006 10:43 AM, Blogger windspike said...

Why do we fall? So we learn how to pull ourselves back up again. Okay, the first two sentences are stolen from a movie, but salient here, I think.

That we are brief on this planet is certain. But when you have a rare occasion to have known a teacher, a person, a human of such grace, you cannot help but to be lifted by her. No matter of physical stature, Jet, you are standing on the shoulders of a giant and the memories, and most definately Gertie, live(s) with you.

When I loose some one dear, I try to think of the ways this person has improved me. Further, I try to activate such powerful presence and philosophy by my future actions.

Indeed, this woman,with whom you only had a brief period of time makes you who you are. She is a piece of you and in essence she lives on with you (not unlike what I would imagine would be the ideals propogated by christ and his followers).

And we honor those who have past before and with us by becoming better selves, no?

This is not to say there is no greif, because a part of letting go is to grieve, but no doubt, the grief is not unvalid, but worthy of Gertie. She was strong, and so too shall you be.

Blog on Sister, Blog on.

At February 20, 2006 8:21 PM, Blogger The Heretik said...

Sweetly said. And that Zevon song is a beauty too.


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