What Is A Life Well Live After All?

April 14, 2011 by  
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What has interested me about the post below is a clever observation by Dr. Cara Barker.  The doctor, a Jungian analyst, while discussing what a life well lived means asks: “What brings laughter, a smile, or any kind of emotional reaction at a memorial? Is it when a list of accomplishments is read or is it when we recall funny or loving anecdotes about the person who has passed on?”

I don’t think Dr. Barker or I for that matter, are trying to be morbid.  It’s just an astute observation about – after all is said and done – what really mattered.

At my husband’s memorial there were a few journalists that thanked Chris for having given them a hand when they started out.  It was lovely to hear.  It meant Chris was a generous man and he was being remembered for that.

Then there the friends that told stories about Chris; about his way of being in the world.  Those stories moved all of us to tears and laughter.

Nobody listed his accomplishments as a writer.  There were no “…and he wrote for this magazine and then he won this award…” kind of things because it wasn’t important.  What we wanted to remember and rejoice was how he touched our lives and how he loved and laughed.

Sometimes, when I feel blue from not achieving certain things I had set my mind to, I remind myself to step away and remove the blinders I’m wearing. You know the horse kind that only gives partial view?  It is then the clarity that my life and the world I live in are bigger than success and failure of a project, a business venture, or a job.  My life includes who I am and how I impact other people’s lives.   It also includes who I am in relationship with our planet.

Think about what living a life well lived really mean to you.  And whenever needed remind yourself to remove the blinders so you can experience life for its vastness.

By Dr. Cara Barker

Life Well Lived: What Does It Mean?

“The bus is loading up.” At least, that’s what my soul sister Judith Rich and I call it when death is in the air, and our friends are traveling into realms beyond where our progressive lens can see, or our monkey minds can fathom. Funny, or not so funny, how death seems to come in clusters. What’s that old adage about the Big D coming to gather in threes? And, when it does arrive at our door, let us hope that it does so only when we have cultivated a well-lived life…Continued

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