How many times have you heard that life is short? It is. It doesn’t last nearly as long as people would like.
Recently, the man that introduced me to playing the Native American Flute (NAF), passed away, very unexpectedly. It happens, I know, and most people would rather pass away quickly, than to linger in pain and wondering which day they are going to go to the next adventure.
I myself often wonder when the next adventure is going to begin for me. Meanwhile, I’m trying to take advantage of every day. Lately though, it hasn’t been happening the way I think it should. Does that make it wrong? Maybe not. I’m living my life. It may consist of things that others may feel wasteful. However, I’m alive, and interacting, every day. There are days I just want to stay home and sleep. I don’t, because my husband wouldn’t let me. I do feel like it would be helpful to restore me. I often have days, or even weeks, o feeling tired, overwhelmed, or just plain pooped.
Life is a journey. We don’t know when it will end. Those that leave us before we are ready, are already on their way to the next adventure. We, those that are left behind, are the ones that suffer with the absence, the loneliness, the empty bed or missing communication.
When Bob left us 2 weeks ago, he left several things that he was very passionate about, left unfinished. He was very passionate about the NAF. He wanted to teach as many people as possible about the instrument, the healing vibrations that go into the world, the peace and joy it brings, the way it’s so easy to play, and the sharing it brings people. He had started 2 flute circles, and I’d gone on to start another.
I’m now the one that will continue that journey and try to keep the enthusiasm going. It’s exhausting, because I really wasn’t ready to do 3 circles on my own. I’m just hoping I can do this thing justice, and spread the joy and healing that these flutes bring.
We, my husband, myself, and 2 Native American (American Indian) friends of Bob’s, were asked to play at Bob’s memorial service. It was an honor of course. Saying goodbye is never easy. My husband and I only knew Bob for about 6 months. It’s still difficult. The service was lovely, and playing while people were being seated was a wonderful experience. We would play a bit, and then the next person would play. We also had a drum that belonged to Buddy, which he played when others were playing flute, and he handed over to my husband, when it was Buddy’s turn to play.
When the service ended, I played Amazing Grace. I was SO freaking nervous. I don’t know why because I’d practiced it over and over and over and….well, yeah. That. No matter, I made it through, sweaty palms, flute almost slipping out of my hands, and almost forgetting the notes.
I’ve now picked up a new hobby. Making beaded wraps for the flutes. I love it because it’s colorful and I think I’ve figured out a way to get them to wrap and stay on. I can do it at night in front of t.v. and not make any noise (well, except maybe when I’m swearing because I did something wrong).
Turquoise hearts on a purple background. This one is mine.
Red, white and blue for hubby because he was in the military and is patriotic.
On the flutes.
It’s also quite zen like to work on.
Take charge of your life. Learn something new. Stretch your comfort zone. Do what you’re not used to. Be adventurous. Have fun. Love lots. Laugh often.
Life is way too short, and if you don’t do it now, you may never get to.