The Spilling of Passion

Did you know that the Greeks didn't write obituaries? They didn't make a list of family and friends left behind, what job filled their 9-5, or hint at what caused the persons life to end. They asked one question...to sum up a life...

Did they have PASSION?

When I hear the word passion...I am stirred. I am awakened...I am ignited. I am caused to think of the impossible becoming possible. The hurricane to become a motionless night sky. I am lead to thoughts of incredible emotion....inexplicable joy, undefinable grief...flammable love. I think immediately upon how much I love my friend...I actually love him more everyday now that I can't call him up for a laugh, or send a cheeky text message...and expect a cheekier one back! (How do you like this MB...I am getting the last word! love you..xo)

My passion now is to share his story. I won't stop...I can't stop.

I stood at the foot of my friends grave today. I was immediately taken aback by the 20 or so pennies on his marker. I was inconsolable in the moment. I was solitary with the grief...I was alone with the memories of unbelievable conversations...soul bursting revelations..and the hopes and dreams we wished for ourselves..and for each other. I saw the pennies..and realised, that the work will go on. The passion does not extinguish because the flame has flickered. The passion does not drown, because Mike is on a bigger planning committee now....(you got there Michael..to a place where you can see the beginning from the end..you can see what the completed picture is going to look like...I am in awe at this! You now have all the answers laid out in front of you, and it all makes perfect sense...that which was unclear, is incandescent...totally astounding)

“Passion, it lies in all of us, sleeping... waiting... and though unwanted... unbidden... it will stir... open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us... guides us... passion rules us all, and we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love... the clarity of hatred... and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion maybe we'd know some kind of peace... but we would be hollow... Empty rooms shuttered and dank. Without passion we'd be truly dead.” ~ Joss Whedon

When this life ends..let it be said of me, that I lived passionately.

Will it be said of you, my dear friends?