Once upon a time, there was a little girl. She loved to draw, paint, dance, write, bake,
organize, run with an idea, and execute it through to fruition, creating the
bizarre in what was perceived by others as impossible and bring it to the
forefront of reality and possibility through creation. Her "go big or go home" spirit ran through her
veins like overachieving volcano lava, daring to ooze through every pore into a technicolored design.
Her science-y mind experimented with crazy ideas figuring
out how things worked, understanding the WHY of how things functioned, and she
found joy taking apart toasters and putting them back together. She learned how to solder, drill, saw, and
put together her own furniture, but nothing resonated more deeply than the
leadership initiative with puzzle-like problem-solving for the highest, greatest good for humanity and the
bigger picture - as she dared to do her part in wanting to make the world a better place.
The great art of conversation, depth, curiosity, intimacy,
rawness of soul excavation and introspection fostered her mastery of self-knowledge
and interest in communication from the psyche, higher-self and interpersonal
awareness. All through this, she defined
herself as an artist finely walking the tightrope between left and right brain
hemispheres, but at the end of the day always navigating from the heart, the
gut, the soul, and the eternal depths of the core burning like an inferno with a pure heart.
This was her life force, unique only to who she is with glittery accents and
always has been - even when her mother
told her that it was “too much” for any other human to even want to ‘digest’
without the accompaniment of a bottle of Mylanta within arms-reach.
How do I know? This
person is ME, and yet it is only a mere
fragment of one dimension… and I never had the chance to tell my mother THANK YOU in the same breath that she
would need several years supply of Mylanta to ever understand her daughter
fully, as Alzheimer’s took her from me where she soon forgot she even birthed
me at all.
Yet SHE was responsible for who I was and who I was becoming just as much as I was.
I was fortunate my father knew these chapters of me before
he passed, and lucky that he understood I only desired to take roads less
traveled because my spirit could not be trapped by the confines of other people’s
fears who could not SEE there was more to me than met the three blind eyes.
My parents ultimately understood this themselves, being in the U.S. Japanese Internment Camps, struggling to be understood beyond their Asian faces, beyond their U.S. birth certificates, beyond my father's military service to prove U.S. loyalty to our country, and beyond their tireless work ethic to rebuild, reinvent, recreate, and start over through life overhaul resurrection, after losing everything.
Rarely, does a mini bio like this ever become an elevator pitch
to one’s parents, never mind a venture capitalist for a movie. It is far too expansive to
be contained or to be accepted as professionally appropriate in a query letter
to a literary agent about a memoir; nor as energy itself to the Universe for
like-minded/heart tribe members to magnetize like moths to an eternal
flame. Yet it exists in reality, in a quiet wholeness in my heart with gratitude in my deeper comprehension for the LIFE FORCE they gave to me that is uniquely MINE as a shared gift as family.
As we straddle the Mother’s Day/Father’s Day holiday period,
I was urged by LIFE FORCE spirit to write this to URGE (and inspire) YOU to connect with your
parents while they are still here so they know that their work as parents
created the LIFE FORCE WITHIN YOU.
They will take their own personal pride and love to another
place in their heart as they begin to understand that THEY are WITHIN YOU – and
your parents created you by way of their strengths AND their weaknesses.
YOU BECAME WHO YOU ARE TODAY because of this. When we see both the darkness and the light,
the challenges and the obstacles, the force of energy that chooses to help us
create, overcome and become, we see the value of WHY our souls chose our
parents. We see the constructive pathway
of our journey to know we are all energies of who our parents were, are and
even who they themselves cannot be, for they foster this light within us.
Sometimes we as children become their SECOND CHANCE at life
even if we go in an opposite direction because we are doing what they didn’t
have a chance to do. Sometimes we RESOLVE what they cannot resolve within
themselves, but have had faith in their own parenting that we CAN somehow make
their life more digestible in bits that either require or don’t require
Mylanta.
Ask your parents
these questions:
- What were your greatest fears?
- Who did you see me most like while I was growing up?
- Who were you most like growing up?
- When did you see me as a soul and not just your child?
- Where were you when you realized I somehow became an extension of your aspirations?
- How am I reconciling your past life and my own?
- How much introspection do you do that you have never talked about/shared?
- What is it you want to be most remembered for?
- What will you most remember about me as your child?
Yeah, this is pretty deep stuff to have over a brunch… but
it is worth exploring and worth a conversation with your parents if you have
the blessed opportunity to be courageous enough to ask these questions.
The bigger question is, will you be able to ask these same
questions of your soul as well and reflect upon your own growth as you uncover
your own life’s journey answers?
If your parents have already passed away, these are still
soul questions you can ponder as to how you think they would have answered. You’re still here to contemplate your own
answers and thoughts about your journey’s LIFE FORCE and the reason you are
here, what you learned from your parents and what you will continue to learn
about yourself AND THEM and your family dynamics that have created YOU and WHO
YOU ARE today and who you are becoming.
Happy Life Force Exploring.
Namaste.
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