Completion takes many forms

Completion takes many forms

   

   

In the early 60's, my dad's brother one summer methodically loaded up his kids in the car, and over a course of a couple days went to various relative's homes, including ours and left his kids. Never to be seen or heard of again. Decades of family speculation on where he had gone/lived or if he was still alive were without answers. Attempts to find him were not productive and over the course of years his immediate family continued the process of passing from this world without knowledge of where he was at. My grandmother lived for about a dozen years after this, always holding out hope that he would return, or she would hear from him. But it just did not happen.

   

On March 20th, my aunt died who was his older sister. Within days after her death, an obituary was received at their home. This lone brother that had disappeared so long ago had passed from the world on March 17, with instructions to send his obituary to his sister after his death. Still all that is known is that he lived in Kalamazoo, Michigan at the time of his death. Completion of a cycle for both a brother and sister, and a parting from this world within days of each other, each not aware of the other. But just maybe in his mind, completion or knowledge of the end of the cycle that he chose to have shared.

   

Our lives continually take different paths according to our interests, desires, or those that we have chosen to share our lives with, and at times just momentary steps of intersecting again for many reasons that are not always clear, or meant to be. A divine design to what we may choose? My beliefs are that upon incarnation we have chosen life lessons to learn, with an open canvas in how we choose to find the answers. Without a set design that has pre-drawn images of how this will unfold. Maybe compared to a piece of paper in your pocket, with a handful of desires to fulfill in life. From those desires, we are assisted in painting the canvas of our design. But still with the allowance at any time, to redraw on any image to complete the scene that might have been desired.

   

For my uncle, he chose to paint without a life time of interaction with the group that had been chosen to be his immediate family. Possibly so he could also accomplish the imagery of a dual painting of canvases of multiple lives as one, with the final stroke being the acknowledgement of what was, and is no longer to be in this world. We hold the choices in which we also hold answers that are unknown to others. Destiny is a constant choosing of how we fill the canvas, not a canvas already completed, and waiting for us to view. Destiny is not to be waited for, but constantly created. The paper in the pocket, holds maybe a short list of the core desires of what we choose to accomplish, but the book of pages is a never ending story, only inscribed by the thoughts each moment of our life that fill the pages. Our choices or design is not to be sought, but created. The Chi of life is the oils for the canvas, the breath of life that allows us to create the design in a way that sketches our soul in a physical world.

   

At this moment, your pages and canvas are waiting for a new chapter or adventure. What do you choose to fill the book of your life with? Only you can make that choice. Your assistance in this world to do so, constantly changes but the focus image is how you see yourself. We are in changing times throughout this world, and what has been, are the colors changing. You have a blank page now to fill. Godspeed to us all in choosing if what we paint is that of desire, or that which returns us to a cycle that has been already completed.