Last night, probably around the time when the 8.9 earthquake struck Japan at 2 a.m., I woke up sweating from a dream. I dreamt of the sensei who had led the Karate team to Tokyo, back in 2004. The last news I heard about him was that he was very sick and hospitalized. I don’t know why precisely last night I thought about him and his wife, and I made a mental note to thank them for having been part of that wonderful experience I had when I practiced Karate do, and competed in in the Nippon Budokan at Tokyo.
So I would like to believe that during that moment when I was thinking about Japan, around 2 or 3 a.m. Caracas time, my sub-consciousness was connected with that Collective Consciousness at that same hour when the earthquake struck in Japan, yet I had no “conscious” knowledge that it did. I think my spirit was visited and awakened by death as well as the dynamic cycles that nature gives to us in many degrees of strength, whether devastatingly mortal or softly like the touch of a baby’s hand.
When I got into my car I heard the news about the earthquake, and it was around 8 a.m. Caracas time. Later on today, out of the blue around 9 a.m., a good friend also ex-Karateka, called me to say hi. And we talked about Japan, and then she told me this sensei had died due to complications of the heart about two months ago, and that sad news just blew me away. I didn’t imagine he would die, I always remembered him as this robust, healthy and positive man. So I took the news of his death also as a relationship to transformations, of the inevitable passing away of the physical, of inevitable change. I thought of the young widow and her child, and the challenges she now faces to continue believing in life, and living her present, her day to day, without her loved one. Truly death is not tragic for the one who dies, for he or she is in a better place. Death is tragic only for those who remain alive and remembering the love and the energy that the person gave in their moments.
Around 10 a.m. my wonderful father who is 85 years old, sends this email titled “I Believe”. He sends it with all this honest love, and my heart fills up with smiles and tears. I never expected my dad to be so...candid. My image of my dad was the one who was very strict, and he usually communicated with grunts when meeting my friends. He was not the sort to send a message with a text like this one:
“I Believe...That you should always leave loved ones with Loving words.
It may be the last time you see them.
I Believe... That you can keep going long after you think you can't.
I Believe...That we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel.
I Believe...That either you control your attitude or it controls you.
I Believe...That heroes are the people who do what has to be done,when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences.”
Today is also my husband’s 48th birthday. I invited him to lunch at my favorite restaurant (Japanese food of course). I would like to believe that each time we are together, that it is a gift from God. We are truly blessed to share and be together, even if we are totally different from each other. We have grown apart sometimes, but most of the time the mutual agreement is to grow back together. What is happiness? That can only be defined by each person. And no definition is identical to another. What is marriage? This also can only be defined by the two. And up to my imperfect knowledge of this thing called living together and loving each other, no marriage is alike another.
So I would like to believe that during that moment when I was thinking about Japan, around 2 or 3 a.m. Caracas time, my sub-consciousness was connected with that Collective Consciousness at that same hour when the earthquake struck in Japan, yet I had no “conscious” knowledge that it did. I think my spirit was visited and awakened by death as well as the dynamic cycles that nature gives to us in many degrees of strength, whether devastatingly mortal or softly like the touch of a baby’s hand.
When I got into my car I heard the news about the earthquake, and it was around 8 a.m. Caracas time. Later on today, out of the blue around 9 a.m., a good friend also ex-Karateka, called me to say hi. And we talked about Japan, and then she told me this sensei had died due to complications of the heart about two months ago, and that sad news just blew me away. I didn’t imagine he would die, I always remembered him as this robust, healthy and positive man. So I took the news of his death also as a relationship to transformations, of the inevitable passing away of the physical, of inevitable change. I thought of the young widow and her child, and the challenges she now faces to continue believing in life, and living her present, her day to day, without her loved one. Truly death is not tragic for the one who dies, for he or she is in a better place. Death is tragic only for those who remain alive and remembering the love and the energy that the person gave in their moments.
Around 10 a.m. my wonderful father who is 85 years old, sends this email titled “I Believe”. He sends it with all this honest love, and my heart fills up with smiles and tears. I never expected my dad to be so...candid. My image of my dad was the one who was very strict, and he usually communicated with grunts when meeting my friends. He was not the sort to send a message with a text like this one:
“I Believe...That you should always leave loved ones with Loving words.
It may be the last time you see them.
I Believe... That you can keep going long after you think you can't.
I Believe...That we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel.
I Believe...That either you control your attitude or it controls you.
I Believe...That heroes are the people who do what has to be done,when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences.”
Today is also my husband’s 48th birthday. I invited him to lunch at my favorite restaurant (Japanese food of course). I would like to believe that each time we are together, that it is a gift from God. We are truly blessed to share and be together, even if we are totally different from each other. We have grown apart sometimes, but most of the time the mutual agreement is to grow back together. What is happiness? That can only be defined by each person. And no definition is identical to another. What is marriage? This also can only be defined by the two. And up to my imperfect knowledge of this thing called living together and loving each other, no marriage is alike another.
And it is here where I say… thank you husband, thank you dad, thank you mom, thank you brother and sister, thank you teacher and friend, thank you patient and kind reader. Now is a good time for happiness. Life is to live it as best as you can.
I love you.
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