A Trilogy of Commonality for us all...Birth, Life, Death.

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Lynne Leichtfuss

Sport climber
moving thru
Topic Author's Original Post - Oct 26, 2014 - 12:14am PT
Triology, meaning a series of three dramas.

Every one of us live the commonality of this three part drama. We are born, we live and then we die. None of these three things are easy for we, the human kind.

Birth: We could be born into royalty. I'll pass. We could be born and orphaned, born as a drug baby, land on this planet as part of a normal (is there any?) family, or arrive here in any myriad of circumstance.

Life: Then comes living. We've seen on ST and in our own lives how challenging that can be (of course mixed with joys and achievements).

Death: We've had much of this lately in our community.

Three parts to life. Arriving, Living and Leaving. Time now for the living to fulfill their dreams, to share love and forgiveness and to give as much from the soul as possible to leave behind as a legacy. No excuses. If you're breathing your life counts. And you can't buy insurance to guarantee tomorrow.

I'm living, struggling and working hard to realize my goals. It's quite the challenge and gets more so as the years well, add up, to be frank. But the struggles in no way overcome the Joie de Vive.

When it's over and I die I want my leaving to be fantastico. You are all invited to the fiesta, including Mariachi Band and Margaritas. After the Margies are gone it's BYOB. :)

We're here. Are we living with a capital L and are we ready to leave with another capital L ?

Maybe I'm thinking too much tonight. But there's much to think about.
Rest Well all our departed friends and Heal Well our broken ones.

Peace, lynnie
JEleazarian

Trad climber
Fresno CA
Oct 26, 2014 - 01:08am PT
Thanks, Lynne, for an excellent post. When you're gone, I'll know you've gone to be with our Best Friend, and that will let me smile if you get there before me.

Thanks again.

John
Gnome Ofthe Diabase

climber
Out Of Bed
Oct 26, 2014 - 01:39am PT
I am zapped
the last six months
you can not escape it I know and to some it is a saulve

release

NOW THIS


washed out hot coals, charred chunks , once glowing are passing.

Mortality is fleeting the,,,,,,,,,, A hour Ago a gale that had blown up suddenly just left.....
Live if as if it is the..."..........,,',,..this storm blew hard before it dumped buckets hRd ......
the best day of your life,,',,,,,,.,,,.,,.,,,,Just as quick as it blew in it was gone, stopped .....
Life it may be your last...,..,,,,There was a fire burning for some who are gone .........


washed out the hot coals charred chunks of once glowing



bluering

Trad climber
Santa Clara, CA
Oct 26, 2014 - 01:40am PT
Mrs Lynne, you are an angel in this world and I foresee good things for you in the next one.

I don't like to dwell on my afterlife, but I try to abide by the laws of the Lord, as best I can.

I wonder why you bring this topic up? Is there a problem? Today, actually last night (10/25) was my birthday. I'm 46 now and while I get super-depressed, I feel pretty good.

I talked to the local beer-store guy about this. He's a Korean immigrant and family man with 2 (really hot) college girls. He agreed that having a family with kids is really stressful and fatiguing, BUT WORTH EVERYTHING.

I agree. Lynne, I love ya, man.
Bushman

Social climber
The island of Tristan da Cunha
Oct 26, 2014 - 09:08am PT
'This Time of Night'

The stars reach out to grab me,
Breaking through the clouds at night,
They warn me of the shadows that fall in the darkness,
Going down to the barking in the light,

The voices that don't care as I walk by,
And the lonely roly racket rail sound of the car tires on the highway,
There are those quiet soft night smells again,
Thats the good wind that comes my way,

It's so right that it's so wrong that it's so right again,
I'm low now where the earth flows,
Those animals on that hill know I'm here,
Breaking now the chatter goes,
They can't block out the cricket near,

But it goes soon enough,
Bird bird bird bird bird,
Screech the cry it tells me,
Like that's its only word,

Turn now turn softly,
I only come to visit the grass,
And the white light to permanent darkness,
When I come back it will last,

Why do I love that song?
The song of the night bird,
It sounds like its happily urgently slowly resting itself,
Step stay bark step stir,

Up it's up ahead,
Those stars are grabbing me my friend,
They take the moments of the night time,
And give them back again.

-bushman
10/25/2014

Gnome Ofthe Diabase

climber
Out Of Bed
Oct 26, 2014 - 09:42am PT
real strong
going to go
forward
live life
no stone
unturned



I have a life
life and time
left to me to
live it I climb
Jan

Mountain climber
Colorado, Nepal & Okinawa
Oct 26, 2014 - 10:03am PT
Certainly retirement provokes a lot of introspection, particularly in my case since I changed countries and cultures in the process. In some ways it's invigorating to start over again, in others its just a strenuous pain in the arthritis, especially since I bought an older house that needs a lot of rehab work.

It's also strange to come back to live in a place where I lived when I first left my parent's house. For sure that will cause one to reflect on the years in between. Perhaps the most sobering reflection is that of how many friends from those days are no longer with us. Who can ever spend time in Boulder again and not remember Layton Kor? This means that arriving at age 70, one of the most startling realizations is that of one's own survival.

Never one to be idle, I have many goals for research and publications, but a greater sense of the need for priorities. Fortunately I come from a family of long lived women. My 90 year old mother still drives and shops in malls, pushing her walker ahead of her. Statistically, I still have a ways to go.

Today I am meeting up with a friend I met my first week at the University of Colorado. I traveled the world; she stayed in Boulder. We last saw each other over 20 years ago when I brought a Sherpa woman to the States and she helped out. Today we are going to a play and the Sherpa restaurant in Boulder. It should be a lot of fun and thought provoking to say the least.

And thanks Lynnie for starting this thought provoking thread. I hope it replaces one of those that disappeared and is less antagonistic than that one has been.











MisterE

Gym climber
Bishop, CA
Oct 26, 2014 - 10:06am PT
A Prayer for Old Age

God guard me from those thoughts men think

In the mind alone;

He that sings a lasting song

Thinks in marrow-bone;


From all that makes a wise old man

That can be praised of all;

O what am I that I should not seem

For the song's sake a fool?


I pray - for fashion's word is out

And prayer comes round again -

That I may seem, though I die old,

A foolish, passionate man.




William Butler Yeats, Running to Paradise
rlf

Trad climber
Josh, CA
Oct 26, 2014 - 12:34pm PT
A Trilogy of Commonality for us all...Birth, Life, Death.

You're forgetting all about the hot sex that goes on in between...
Tvash

climber
Seattle
Oct 26, 2014 - 03:09pm PT
Birth cannot be remembered, and death marks only our absence.

There is only one act - this moment, but even that is already gone by the time we experience it.

The best moments unveil something new about our world, and that requires being wrong a moment before.
Lynne Leichtfuss

Sport climber
moving thru
Topic Author's Reply - Oct 26, 2014 - 05:31pm PT
Bluey, I'm doing well,thanks for asking. Just pondering ......

http://youtu.be/zSif77IVQdY

Several years ago Tobias sent me this song on ST's, "What Song Are You Listening To Now." The pictures are so evocative, thought provoking.

The kaleidoscope of our lives, the endless changing patterns each day brings is unique to each individual and somehow it sometimes merges with others, and then others and even more others. This is the campfire.
zBrown

Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
Oct 26, 2014 - 06:02pm PT
There has been down through the years some discussion about quadraphenia, which according to Baba O'riley would add the "Afterlife" to the Trilogy...

http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=539369&tn=16380#msg2517281

two-shoes

Trad climber
Auberry, CA
Oct 26, 2014 - 06:55pm PT
Birth: We could be born into royalty. I'll pass. We could be born and orphaned, born as a drug baby, land on this planet as part of a normal (is there any?) family, or arrive here in any myriad of circumstance.

This makes me remember a time when I was about 4 years of age. My mother was perturbed at me about something that I can no longer remember and said to me, " Do you know how lucky you are to have been born a boy and to have not been born black?" This made me beam with pride completely full of myself! "You should think about that!", she said, even more upset with me. I was a bit confused. But I always remembered this question that she had made to me, even though many years later she couldn't remember ever having said it to me.

Indeed, what if I had been born a girl. Well, I wouldn't have had near as much rights that is for sure.

But if I had been born a girl and black. I have pondered this question more and more often as I've gone through life. And I think I am finally coming to realize what it means to have been lucky enough to have been born with this male-European-American privilege.

If I am so lucky then why shouldn't I work to make this world a better and more just place for those with less privilege to live in. For now I'm still chewing on this question.
Lynne Leichtfuss

Sport climber
moving thru
Topic Author's Reply - Oct 26, 2014 - 07:09pm PT
I be chewing along with you two-shoes. And we are chewing on the best of rib eye, so we'd better enjoy it and come up with something worthy of the meal. Yeah, you're right, food for thought along with action. lynnie
neebee

Social climber
calif/texas
Oct 26, 2014 - 07:12pm PT
hey there say, lynne... i used to remember my folks, reflecting, as, someone that they knew had died and passed on... mostly always older folks, so, us, as kids did not reflect too much on that, except that it felt sad... but we thought, or at least i did--that this was adult stuff, beyond thoughts of kids... and trusted, as to how they then, lived onward, after they'd mentioned such things, to each other...


well, when i had my kids... my life was about life for my kids...
do the best, coach and teach, and all the etc, that i needed to do, as a parent-folk, and wife, homemaker,etc...

the same-- reflected through the grandkid days, here...


well, now, since it is mainly just me, around here... and after being home, since my daddy died... and--my life having-had been to show honor and respect to him and my mom... well:

it seems to be EVEN MORE so... my goal...


my day, will come, too... when i die and pass on... i still endeavor to honor their name and be how-and-what, would have brought them honor, and gratefulness that i did my best, not just for me, but to LEAVE seeds:


when we are gone, our duties are done...
what did we do here and why... these are what we face eternity with... and to me, well, that is god/jesus, my anchor and beloved 'trail boss' in life...


thus--my days goals are to leave things to others that will help them along THEIR trail, in some way... each person is different...
some need a good word...
some need a small gift of stimulation to take new steps on a trail...
some need some get wells...
some need a hand to hold, by phone, on a hard night...
some need a prayer, or MANY...
some need a sounding board...

and on and on, the lists does go...

birth...
life = sewing seeds of honor...
death...


just like a tree, or a flower, in the vast gardens of earth,
only, being a 'being' in the vast garden of god...



:)


thank you for sharing, lynne...
as, my friends, of my age, now, talk about this very often...
usually triggered by an older loved one, having left us... :(
and us missing them...

we figure, even if no one misses us--it is the best high quality
honor to leave:

SOMETHING of LIFE behind, so that they (others that we sowed to)
may press on...

:)



seeds, like us, lynne, don't care for the glory... we care for the GROWTH...


:)

the sweet fruit, in the middle somewhere, is this:
JOB well done, our parents will be glad for...
and JOB well done, our eternity, will benefit gladness for those
left behind and--for us, as we step forward, into it...




edit:
and of course, savoring a good conscience from such good fruit,
gives one a lot of peace--
in a way, it is kind of like that aroma, that surrounds
fruit, when we partake of it...
there is something very unique and special about it, that
one comes to cherish, over time...

old age, is a good time to have this to reflect on, also...
thebravecowboy

climber
hold on tight boys
Oct 26, 2014 - 07:16pm PT
Funny thing about it is that the only one we get to really describe to one another is the central, living, part.



Lynne Leichtfuss

Sport climber
moving thru
Topic Author's Reply - Oct 26, 2014 - 07:41pm PT
zbrown, yeah, I can buy into Jimmy's fourth personality and we'll call it the Afterlife, seems to fit well here. But in keeping with the Trilogy of Birth, Life and Death, we'll make it an adjunct to Death if that's OK by Yo.

Lynne Leichtfuss

Sport climber
moving thru
Topic Author's Reply - Oct 26, 2014 - 07:54pm PT
Jan, so great to hear from you. Have fun settling in. You wrote, one of the most startling realizations is that of ones own survival.

Wonderful wise words that apply to all ages. Bet Alex H. or Lonnie K. think of this once in a while as well as anyone here on this forum that pushes life, no matter what that involves.
Lynne Leichtfuss

Sport climber
moving thru
Topic Author's Reply - Oct 26, 2014 - 08:04pm PT
And to rlf the Pat Conroy of ST.....hot sex, yep! Necessary for Life. :) I mean if you are actually living life. Cheers, lynnie
Flip Flop

Trad climber
Truckee, CA
Oct 26, 2014 - 08:12pm PT
On the World
The world's an Inn; and I her guest.
I eat; I drink; I take my rest.
My hostess, nature, does deny me
Nothing, wherewith she can supply me;
Where, having stayed a while, I pay
Her lavish bills, and go my way.
Francis Quarles
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