Day Fifty-five, Being Alive

Being alive. Fully alive.

What does it mean to be alive?

This can seem like an obvious question, and it certainly seems like a relative to the “Who am I really?” question.

And it is it’s own sweet inquiry.

What does it mean to be alive?

How much of our day is spent on something that might have no real purpose to a life that is simple lived as a life.

When in our day, and when in our lives, do we act fully alive, aware of this being alive, and even more important, aware of the fully alive-ness of others?

And this can sometimes feel almost tragic, as we see from our eyes and feel from our hearts as we live in the present, that many around us are just going through some pre-established motions, not at all aware that they are alive.

And so be it. What is our “job” around other people? Is being present to being alive an avenue to help them, no sermon, just example, say, to waking to their alive-ness?

Who knows. Something worth discovering, this power of our aliveness to wake the aliveness of those around us. And then, of course, on some days and in some times, the fully aliveness of those around us is the wake up call we need.

A day of gifts today, the gift of our knowing our aliveness and their aliveness as our gift to others. Their vitality and aliveness as their gift to us.

A good day.


Come into the present today, as all days, and today with this goal: to remember we are alive and that others around us are alive and to feel, sweetly and grandly, the miracle of all that.