“Think of those still about you before they fade and disappear. How dear is even our least friend when they are no longer there.” -Roger H. Katz

  Blurringboundaries Roger’s line fills me with tenderness. How precious life becomes when we awaken to our fleeting nature. We can get so caught up in the day to day of work and family responsibilities, and our need to meet the expectations of others, that we can lose touch with being true to ourselves. It can be difficult to break from the confines of our world and we can’t even imagine our lives otherwise.

 Ah, but the imaginings… How might we live if we were mindful daily of our brief time here. To live, in the shadow of death. What grudges might we let go of? Who might we forgive? Could we ever begin to forgive ourselves?

I recently watched a Canadian movie on Netflix called “One Week” and I highly recommend watching this unique film. The main character, Ben Tyler is a young man who has been diagnosed with cancer and is presented with the odds of a 10% survival rate. When given the warning that his days are numbered Ben begins to reevaluate his life choices. He decides to decline chemo and instead, takes off on an adventure.

 Ben’s secret aspiration is to become a writer. As he sets off, he carries with him notes from a children's book he authored. It is about a mythical creature, Grumps. When Ben was little his father liked to tell him stories. It seems that children who sought after the elusive Grumps were granted tremendous capacities. In a way, Ben’s is on his own search for the elusive Grumps, a quest for finding meaning and purpose; for finding his truth.

 I hope you enjoy this short film clip (below) from the movie "One Week." Incidentally, this film also weaves in beautiful Canadian scenery and great music.

 “To strive, to seek to find, and not to yield.” -Michael McGowan

 May we all find the courage to step out and embrace life without yielding.  

~liz Sorensen Wessel

Watercolor mandala by ~liz 

 

 

7 responses to “Days 228-229 Finding Grumps”

  1. Shirley Avatar
    Shirley

    Excellent reminder. Thanks Liz for your simple inspiring words. Yesterday I cleaned the rust off my Dads 20 yr old folding bike, late last night I soaked the latches and chain with a high grade lubricant – Oh if I could do the same for my bones. After reading this I’m off. I’ll fold it up and throw it in the car and drive of somewhere for a adventure – maybe I’ll find you on the beach cliffs of Laguna Liz.

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  2. ~liz Wessel Avatar

    I’ll be there, Shirley!

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  3. erie chapman Avatar
    erie chapman

    Thank you for this, Liz. It is remarkable what happens to our appreciation of someone when they suddenly disappear.

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  4. Suan Geh Avatar
    Suan Geh

    Liz: thanks for the clip “One Week” and for your inspirational writing. “I want to go fishing with my dad “was the final adventure a Hospice patient had before he left this earth and his wish was granted. Time and tide waits for no man. We can fufill our dreams and no one can hold us back.

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  5. Maureen McDermott Avatar
    Maureen McDermott

    What a great reminder Liz of life and living – thanks also for whetting the appetite to see the movie, “One Week” – seems as though it is a treasure. May we enjoy the present moment and there know Presence (adapted from Richard Rohr).

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  6. candace nagle Avatar
    candace nagle

    Thank you for this inspiration. It lead me directly to a Mary Oliver poem which I want to share here with everyone.
    The Summer Day by Mary Oliver
    Who made the world?
    Who made the swan, and the black bear?
    Who made the grasshopper?
    This grasshopper, I mean–
    the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
    the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
    who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down–
    who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
    Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
    Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
    I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
    I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
    into the grass, how to kneel in the grass,
    how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
    which is what I have been doing all day.
    Tell me, what else should I have done?
    Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
    Tell me, what is it you plan to do
    With your one wild and precious life?

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