When my father died, a large irrepressible void visited itself upom the space we once shared. Like an uninvited guest, she stayed well beyond her welcome – threatening to transform our joy into pain.

The pain of loss is often amplified through the contrast of countless memories; what we had once known and loved so well, that sense of fullness now suddenly diminished.

More so, she encouraged my doubt. The gratitude that once spilled from each incredible moment had been displaced by fear. Had I ‘done enough’ to honor his presence? Had anything life-worthy been left undone?

The ancient Egyptians believed that upon our death we are asked just two questions to determine whether we may continue our journey into the afterlife. The first question being, “Did you carry joy?” And, the second, “Did you find it, as well?”

Their intention was to derive our capacity for a full and unencumbered life; that we could honor the light no matter the hue. In thinking of this, I realized I had been focused on the wrong thing – for a joy of this caliber is never one-sided.

In this way, our legacy remains – intact. And what we share with others, becomes our world.

A little something to consider on this day, my friends.

In peace and with much love…

Namaste ❣️