What I Am Passionate About
By Priscilla Warner - November 17, 2008
I am passionate about the people I love.
My father died when he was 60, and I'm approaching that benchmark. It's not a bad thing to realize that I might have a short time left on the planet. It's a blessing to have discovered Martin Buber's quote: "When two people relate to each other authentically and humanly, God is the electricity that surges between them."
These days, I am constantly looking for new sources of energy while being kept alive by the electricity provided by my many friends, including those who I have treasured for more than forty years, my husband who has made me laugh out loud thousands of times, my sons whose love I can feel even when they don't respond to my text messages, my siblings, who shed light on the mysteries we shared early on, and my mother, who is disappearing daily, diagnosed with Alzheimers, but still a twinkling, flickering, star.
I am not a coffee drinker, so when my spirits are low, I rely on the jolt of energy I receive when I interact with a loved one, even if our conversation veers to painful topics. Regardless of what I am facing on any given day, I get high with a little help from my friends. The best jolt of energy is laughter.
I am optimistic that I will always be kept alive because energy never disappears, and mysterious lights shine in far-off galaxies forever.
My father died when he was 60, and I'm approaching that benchmark. It's not a bad thing to realize that I might have a short time left on the planet. It's a blessing to have discovered Martin Buber's quote: "When two people relate to each other authentically and humanly, God is the electricity that surges between them."
These days, I am constantly looking for new sources of energy while being kept alive by the electricity provided by my many friends, including those who I have treasured for more than forty years, my husband who has made me laugh out loud thousands of times, my sons whose love I can feel even when they don't respond to my text messages, my siblings, who shed light on the mysteries we shared early on, and my mother, who is disappearing daily, diagnosed with Alzheimers, but still a twinkling, flickering, star.
I am not a coffee drinker, so when my spirits are low, I rely on the jolt of energy I receive when I interact with a loved one, even if our conversation veers to painful topics. Regardless of what I am facing on any given day, I get high with a little help from my friends. The best jolt of energy is laughter.
I am optimistic that I will always be kept alive because energy never disappears, and mysterious lights shine in far-off galaxies forever.
