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To Everything There is a Season
By Lori Bushey

“Treasure each other in the recognition that we do not know how long we shall have each other.” ~Joshua Loth Liebman

My dear friend Vickie has been battling cancer as long as I have known her, at least 12 years. Last year her liver cancer returned and as the ultimate nemesis, it wreaked havoc on her life. My heroine, my best friend, and one of the loves of laughter and joy in my life pressed on with optimism. She is an anomaly, a medical miracle, surviving longer than anyone else with this type of cancer, so much so that doctors at Mayo Clinic are in awe of this amazing woman. I am not surprised; Vickie is a life that is like no other, at 58 years old, she has the innocence of youth, unconditional love for all people, and a passion that I suspect has kept her on this earth, with cancer, for 58 years! She is that one soul in life, that if you are blessed enough to meet, you will be changed and touched forever.

Over the past ten years, many changes have occurred in my life: the death of my mother and brother-in-law, broken relationships, loss of beloved pets, health issues, a new job, and the aging process! I am learning and expect to continue this education for the rest of my life, and in the lyrics from the band The Byrds, “To everything there is a season and a time for every purpose under heaven.”  I am learning with each passing day, how much more fragile, valuable, and precious my life on earth becomes.

Everything in our lives, starts in the mind, our thoughts become our words, and our words become our actions. I am always conscious of my thought process and the images and beliefs I swirl around in my brain. Today, I had a mammogram appointment; I have had one almost every year since I was 32 years old because of abnormal propensities. Today, I knew the radiologist would inform me once again, “The calcification has not changed and we will see you in a year.” Good news after having mammograms every six months for two years prior to annual diagnostics. I breathe a sigh of relief as I exit the Susan Cheek Health Center and resume my mental imaging of a healthy, happy, peaceful day.

In the Bhagavad Gita, it states, “Yoga is skill in action.” At this moment, I want nothing more than to be in the presence of love, a skill I plan to hone daily. I think about my life, my partner, my relationships, my animals, my job, and my yoga practice. Each is a reflection of the joy I receive, instead of the anxiety I could perpetuate.  It reminds me of the beautiful piece of driftwood I left in my garden for lack of a better use. This morning I thought of a place for it and the perfect words in which I will scroll across the wood, “Who or what does this serve?” Yes, this driftwood, a symbol of my existence at a time when I, too, was drifting here and there without purpose, will be a reminder of the myriad thoughts, ideas, optimism, and yes, at times, pessimism that enter my mind. Ultimately, life is about service; to help, heal, love, support, and sometimes leave a situation that no longer warrants our presence. To everything there is a season, a time, a place to love, to live, to mourn, and to rejoice.

My friend Vickie called me this morning sounding as bright and cheery as she always does. Jaundice has set in and her prognosis for life on this earth has turned in to weeks, not months. She may not reach her 59th birthday, or the birth of her second grandchild, or another Easter with family, but she lives her life with a passion most people take for granted. On this day, Good Friday, I celebrate her passion and I shed no tears for my special friend. The tears rolling down my face at this moment are for me, for her partner, her son, her grandchildren, family, and friends; we have a season of loss to endure.

It’s a crazy thing, this love we feel; it is awesome, brilliant, everlasting, and sometimes painful. Vickie lives her life with true karma, she has always cared for, served and been a wonderful mother, friend, sister, daughter, partner, and her recent role, grandmother. Krishna said, “You have a right to the work alone, not its fruits; therefore, do not set your heart on the results of your actions.”  To live a life of service, to give to others unconditionally without worrying about the outcome, and to continue in this vain, is a lesson I hear loudly and clearly on this day.

I want to thank God for the blessings in my life, for anointing me with so much abundance, joy, and prosperity, and today especially, for my friend Vickie. My life continues to “Turn, Turn, Turn” from every season to every purpose under heaven and I know each day is a miracle.  On this Good Friday, whatever your beliefs, fix your eyes on the cross in your life and search your soul for the peace and harmony found in serving others. If I can bring joy, love or laughter to one person in my lifetime, I will have lived the life my friend Vickie lives daily. This is for you my friend, for you are one of my greatest teachers, “I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent plant. The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.” Jack London

As I close, I reflect on the incredible grace of my friends and the recent blog update from Vickie’s last doctor’s visit, through all the pain and sadness, there is joy. Stevi writes, “It is difficult to really wrap my head around all that has transpired in the last day.  Yet on some level we have known it was coming.  We plan to continue living our lives like we always have. Say, did you see the beautiful moon tonight?  We both saw its stark beauty in the dark velvet sky!  It is a small miracle, but one to claim!” Claim your miracle, it is all around you. Peace and Namaste, Lori.

About Lori Bushey:

Lori Bushéy is an Advanced Placement Literature and Composition instructor with an education background from Exeter College, Oxford University, England, the University of Minnesota, and the College of St. Scholastica. 

Lori teaches yoga at Hot Yoga Largo, Clearwater Fitness, andAshtanga-based Yoga on Indian Rocks Beach. Working remotely enabled Lori to practice daily and develop discipline of the mind and body. After an extensive home practice Lori pursued and earned her RYT Training at Anala Yoga under the direction of Ally Ford. Lori lives the yoga lifestyle and truly believes in the positive benefits of the practice. If you ask her “What is yoga?” her response will be, in the words of Rodney Yee, “Yoga is poetry of the body”  and what else would you expect from an English major? Namaste and continue to cultivate Seva.

Lori may be reached at:  labegr@aol.com or on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/Yoga2tao 

Lori offers private and group Yoga classes and seasonal beach yoga classes at Indian Rocks Beach. Check out the events section or contact Lori for details.

 
 

 

 

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