enlightenment

The Way

“With the past, I have nothing to do; nor with the future. I live now.”

Ralph Waldo Emerson.

I walked along the shore because, “I live now.”

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I walked the edge of eternity once again. Gulls made Earth a dinner tool.

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On Earth, one dies so that one may live. It is the way of life. Or, “The Way.”

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Two sisters made Earth a platform, an altar, to honor lost innocent life.

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Stacy lost a twin to TTTS* a few years back. In TTTS twins sharing the same placenta receive different shares of blood and nutrients, one bloats from too much, one withers from too little. Stacy said, “I come to the shore heal.”

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She also comes to honor that lost twin in a memorial and to support others around the world also grieving lost innocents. She said, “December is International TTTS Awareness month.” I told her I’d mention it in my blog.

The sisters said they had to keep the gulls at bay; they were snatching their memorial shells and dropping them.

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Rania, Stacy’s sister, took photographs, as did I.

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We’ve all had loss. We are as one in knowing loss. We remember, we have memorials.

The gulls waited at the sea’s edge for another opportunity at the ring of shells. They knew nothing of memorials, they knew only of now and survival. They knew only of seizing the moment as they seized shells. Shells which might yield sustenance. Just as this moment might yield sustenance for mine, maybe some understanding of a mother’s anguish, maybe some compassion. But the guru gulls had nothing to do, “with the past,…nor with the future.” They, “live now.” It is the Way.

I learned of TTTS and a mother’s sorrow. And I walked on…in the Now.

At the shore, I often feel close to others I meet. Sometimes I come to know them and myself a little bit better. It’s as if we share life in one place. Maybe it’s the soul.

“There is one spectacle  grander than the sea, that is the sky; there is one spectacle grander than the sky, that is the interior of the soul.”

Victor Hugo

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The wooden disc, a Baptism gift, is inscribed in red, “Andronidous.” I’m told the word has a Greek meaning: “to be mindful of.”

Be well,
Leebythesea

Note: Since posting this I’ve learned that October is #pregnancyandinfantlossawarenessmonth

*TTTS:http://www.tttsfoundation.org/medical_professionals/what_is_ttts.php

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  1. Stacy, so glad to hear from you. And honored to have been a bit helpful in your infant death awareness efforts. I’ve added #pregnancyandinfantdeathawarenessmonth to my post.

    As I said in my blog, “we’ve all suffered loss.” But loss suffered in life is compounded when it falls upon us, is endured, but not turned into good use. Some people take the energy from loss, turn it around, amplify it, and use it toward good. You are obviously one of those people. The world is surely poorer for your infant’s death but richer too for your own compassionate presence. And we thank you for it.

    Be well,
    Lee

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  2. Thank you Lee for this beautiful tribute to my baby and all babies gone too soon. Sometimes all it takes is one beautiful, compassionate soul that wants to listen, learn and help raise some awareness to make all the difference to a community that mostly suffers in silence. #october #pregnancyandinfantlossawarenessmonth #iam1in4

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  3. Yes, so precious. We are in so many ways as one. It just seems we only see the differences in each other. We all suffer on this planet. We all grieve at one time or another. Lending an ear, just listening can be enough for another. Yes, precious life…

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