Even forces of nature have a beginning and an end. Storms, earthquakes, brilliant sunrises, and glowing
sunsets. The sights and sounds of an Aurora
Borealis on a cold crisp night. All come
and go but not before changing the lives of those who have the privilege of experiencing
the force of nature. And so it is with
our friend Dona. Another magic maker who
could not help but to create in the paths of those she crossed reflections on
what is important in life; laughter and memories that last forever.
“Somehow the world is darker without her,” said a friend when she told me the news recently. All I could think was that this is just how it is when a force of nature transitions to memory. What I know about death is that it impacts the living far more than the deceased. Please know that I am well aware these are the words of one who has no idea of what happens at the end but still, the words bring me comfort.
I am comforted by the idea that Dona’s pain in this
existence is over. That all the lessons
she had to teach have all been taught and now it is for those who learned from
her to take what she taught and continue moving forward in our lives. I’ve heard it said that pain in life is
inevitable; this is the first arrow. But
it is for each one of us to direct the second arrow that is suffering. Invariably this second arrow arrives soon
after the first. It is for us to decide for
ourselves how we choose to respond. Lovely
words indeed but hard to swallow.
Regardless, it remains a fact that suffering sure was a lot more fun with
Dona around. I suppose now it is up to those
who knew her to decide how to respond to this most recent second arrow.
It was Dona who told me it was time for new bras. We were standing outside the bar talking
about the various second arrows in our lives.
I was not doing so well with a particular second arrow of mine and
lamenting the fact that I was still single.
“Biscuit,” she said, “you’ve got to show them your assets.” She then unbuttoned the top button of my
shirt, reached into my bra, and made some needed adjustments.
Now I know you might leap to the conclusion that if we
were standing outside a bar we might have had a few drinks behind us. And that would be an accurate
conclusion. You might even leap a bit
further and conclude this was why, without hesitation, she proceeded to show me
the possibilities I walked around with everyday. Well, I am here to say that you would be wrong
to think Dona did what she did because we were waiting for refills. Dona would have done this very thing if we
had been having the same conversation while in a place of worship. That was just the kind of force Dona
was. If it needed to be done, it got
done. If it needed to be said, it got
said. If it need to be taught, it got
taught.
I do wonder about the passersby that may have seen the
exchange and if I recall, there might have been one or two that evening. They would have seen two grown women talking
in front of bar when suddenly one beautiful tall blonde reached down the shirt
of a slightly shorter brunette who put up absolutely no resistance. Standing still, hands at her side, the
brunette intently watching what the blond was doing all while the conversation continued. I imagine their shock and can hear them
thinking, “What in the hell are those two women doing?” This only makes me smile all the more at the
memory.
“You see Biscuit, you’ve got far more than you
think.” I looked down and saw that once
again, she was right. In fact, there was
a whole lot more than I thought. As you well
know, forces of nature are not to be reckoned with. Within days, I went shopping for new bras. Today I contend with another second arrow in
this life because I never saw Dona again.
She never knew that with this lesson as with all the lessons she taught
me, not only did I learn but I took them to heart and then, I changed.
What Dona did, said, and taught me is miniscule in the
totality of her life and the impact she had on others. She dedicated her life to those who
suffered. She was a master teacher of
how to direct those second arrows that come at us in life. Poverty, domestic violence, drug abuse,
homelessness, and the past histories that hold power over us long after their
stories end. Teaching others how to
take the power from second arrows and place that power within ourselves, where
it belongs. I simply cannot imagine the
suffering of Dona’s family and many friends who mourn the loss of this force of
nature in their lives and must now contend with the arrows that are flying
about.
We know for ourselves our own suffering. It is clear.
But we can never make the mistake of thinking we understand the
suffering of others. For this Biscuit,
as comfortable as I was to have Dona reach down my shirt, I will never know the
extent of her arrows and her struggles to redirect and regain her own
power. Perhaps our biggest failure in
this life is realizing that more often than we might believe,even master
teachers struggle with what they teach so well.
1 comment:
You never fail in making me ponder on the words you produce. I can't help thinking that Dona has occupied a huge portion of your memory bank.
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