|Posted on August 15, 2014 at 10:30 AM||comments (0)|
When my brother Mark received his ALS diagnosis, I wasn’t prepared to step into the role of his emotional caregiver. There were long stretches of days during those eighteen months when nothing kept me going but my love for him.
More recently, during a much needed getaway, a friend fell seriously ill. Our getaway turned into an opportunity to serve. Love fueled us when, logically, there was nothing left in the tank. And two weeks later, when Pam was diagnosed with bronchitis during the height of two candidate searches, love fueled me to do whatever needed to be done. Somehow I managed to keep the home and business plates spinning between doctor appointments, pharmacy runs, temperature taking and more.
I’ve found that whenever opportunities to serve present themselves, we are given the exact resources necessary to be present, helpful and loving.
When has love fueled you to accomplish more than you thought possible?
|Posted on June 2, 2014 at 9:30 AM||comments (0)|
For many of us, graduation season has arrived: the season of goodbyes and hellos. Friday night Pam and I watched with pride and more than a few tears as one of my nephews confidently strode across the stage to collect his diploma.
Later that night, when he could have attended any number of after-graduation activities with his friends, he chose to hang out with his extended family at the Village Inn, the place we’ve gathered as a family after every almost every high school sporting event. As we expressed our pride in all he’d accomplished and showered him with love, he showered it right back on us by choosing to be fully present and engaged.
I wasn’t surprised. You see, that’s how he rolls. One of the many reasons I love my nephew so much is that he genuinely cares about others. He loves deeply. He’s always looking out for the underdog. There’s nothing in it for him, it’s just who he is.
I was there to celebrate his birth and watched him quickly wrap us all around his tiny finger on the way to his first family reunion at three months old. We fell in love with his smile, infectious laugh, and later, his kindness. Pam and I hung out with him and his brothers almost every single Saturday night for the first twelve years of his life and spent most of his school years cheering from the sidelines through sport after sport. We’ve attended his plays, piano recitals and various concerts. All weekend I’ve found myself tearing up a little knowing we won’t be following him as closely in the next chapter of his life. Or maybe those tears are simply joy for the man he’s become: a loving, gentle giant.
When I look at him, I have hope for the planet. Millions of other graduates stand ready to make their mark on the world in one way or another. No matter what degree they ended up with, no matter where they go to work or what they do in life, I hope, like Zach, they’ve graduated with honors in kindness and love. I hope they plan to transform this world for good. And in the end, I hope these graduates are recognized for love, for having left the planet a little bit better than when they arrived.
Marci Moore All rights reserved. June 2014
|Posted on January 28, 2014 at 7:30 AM||comments (0)|
We just spent the last four days with my brother and sister-in-law on our fifth annual siblings cruise. It’s a great time for us to relax, laugh, reflect on the prior year and talk about any pressing family issues that need our attention.
Life has changed tremendously over the span of our five cruises. We’ve witnessed graduations and marriages and watched our family of origin shrink by two. Our concerns have changed over the years and we’ve grown more appreciative of the relationship we share. Losses test the best of relationships and we are blessed to have come through them stronger and more unified than before. I believe love is responsible.
Will others understand what we’ve risked for this relationship? No. From the outside our differences appear substantial enough to keep us oceans apart - yet we’ve found common ground. We choose to remain invested in one another’s lives. We choose to celebrate what we can with and for one another. We choose not to ask one another for more than the other can give.
We’ve all stretched. Instead of closing our hearts to one another, we’ve navigated challenging terrain to continue building on the foundation of love we share. And we are better for it. Our relationship reminds me what of what is possible for the rest of the world, when we supersize our definition of love.
Next time you are tempted to close your heart, consider supersizing your love instead.
|Posted on November 8, 2013 at 7:00 AM||comments (0)|
I’ve felt a little short of time lately, bogged down with a slew of meetings, phone calls and life demands on top of my writing. Throw in classes to renew my coaching certification and prepping for an arts and craft fair this weekend and there seems to be less room for offering sips, let alone waterfalls. I find myself tucking love into the crevices of my day, into the edges instead of front and center.
Others are waiting for love – in droves. Sips are simple. Hold the door open for someone. Leave a generous tip. Drop a card in the mail with your signature on it. Send a quick email.
A waterfall says I see you. A waterfall takes the phone call and settles in, runs the errand together, says of course we can talk, slows down to the speed of love. Obviously, I’ve got some schedule pruning to do.
|Posted on October 25, 2013 at 8:00 AM||comments (0)|
I’m wrecked this week by fresh stories of incidents involving children and guns and all too often, death. In our town, a middle-schooler showed a handgun to others at his bus stop. Luckily, he didn’t get on the bus or go to school that day because he was suspended. If he had, the story might have ended like so many others, with bullets, ambulances, police cars and permanent farewells.
Make no mistake, this is not someone else’s problem; it belongs to all of us, whether we have children or not. Around us, people are deciding the answer is to own more guns, not less. And that can’t be the solution. I’m not sure what the answer is, only that there is no quick, easy fix. What I do know is that I have to stand up and do something. I have to ask courageous questions because we cannot afford to get comfortable with the new status quo. I have to find a way to make a difference.
Will you join me? Will you ask the courageous questions? Will you share what you have learned? Will you find a way, no matter how small, to make a difference?