Wednesday, November 16, 2011

In the Middle of the Journey

Just yesterday afternoon my seven year old excitedly got started on her letter to Santa.  One of the items she is asking for this year is a laptop.  As for my cousin's six year old who lives with us, her list included an ipad.  I gently told them both that Santa does not deliver computers or ipads, although I can appreciate their early interest in technology. 

This caused me to reflect once again on Steve Jobs' eulogy given by his sister, Mona Simpson, which I read about a week ago.  It seems that revolutionizing the computer industry was only one of his amazing achievements.  I was deeply touched as his sister revealed what he held dearest to his heart.  She shared that, "Love was his supreme virtue, his god of gods."  In describing the final moments of his physical life, I could actually feel her love and admiration for her brother leaping off the page. 

I was also captivated by a particular line that read, "We all — in the end — die in medias res. In the middle of a story..."

For me, this translated into the middle of the journey.  It has been an extraordinary road so far and I now recognize that no part of the journey has been without purpose.   But, I am still on my way.  As much as I have grown to believe that in every difficult circumstance lies a gift, I cannot say that it is always easy to accept whatever comes.  It's a choice.  And, it often requires great effort.  I choose to honor my feelings and do whatever I possibly can to enter a space of real peace.  When there is nothing left to be done, I peacefully surrender it.  Only then am I truly able to accept what is. 

"Some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity." -Gilda Radner

Love to you,

Kathleen O'Malley, DC

1 comment:

Christine S said...

Thank you Kathy for pointing me to Steve Jobs eulogy. I read it the other night and was touched by his sister's love and admiration. Thank you also for your reflection on journey. It was just what I needed on this cold November morning.
Hugs, CRS