Thriving

It’s almost Easter. The new birth of leaves, shrubs, garden flowers and plants in the presence of warmth and some wet weather signals new life that was seemingly lost forever in the dark and cold of winter. The symbolism and meaning of today’s renewal with the resurrection celebrated at Easter is not lost on this grateful heart and unintended host to a neurological disorder called Parkinson’s. Today I am grateful for having the ability to choose thankfulness and to seek the path to a thriving life, even in the midst of what others might describe as a winter. Years ago, at a training center in New Mexico, the instructor shared the notion that living life to win was different from living life not to lose. I’ve grown to understand that a life of thriving supersedes one of simply surviving. That thriving life begins between my ears and touches my heart and all those around me. The resurrection that took place so long ago is lived out and renewed each day in the lives of those who embrace the wonder and miracle that the creator ignites anew each moment.