I have been thinking for the past couple of days about purity. What is pure?
I hear people talk about pure happiness, and pure technique.
It got me to thinking about what pure REALLY is.
In chemistry the definition:
A pure substance is a sample of matter with both definite and constant composition with distinct chemical properties.
Merriam-Webster defines pure:
Simple Definition of pure
: not mixed with anything else
: clean and not harmful in any way
: having a smooth and clear sound that is not mixed with any other sounds.
I was thinking about the happiest moments in my life and the aspects that lead to me being in that moment of bliss. They were not pure by any means, they were mixed with other people's lives and components. They were co-mingled with times of challenge and opportunity, and flavored with conflict at times. The times of pure happiness were mixed with many other notes and were not always preceded by easy lessons.
What you and I may call pure, is a composition of life's experiences with a moment of epiphany that we were indeed able to make the most of even the most challenging of times.
Pure sadness, is not pure either, it is all the stages of grief together, in different percentages, and the mix changes with each loss.
Over the past few years I have lost a husband, beloved Aunt & Uncle, my parents, beloved pets, and close friends. Their passing was challenging and still at times, clings to me when I hear a song, or recall a memory of a happy time together. The mix changes with each recollection. The joy of having had them in my life, however, brings the gift of epiphany (like a light being shone into my day), and I feel waves of gratitude.
There is no purity in the recognized and defined sense when it comes to the human experience. It is a complex set of circumstances leading to the understanding that we need each other. We need the community and the diversity of experiences, and sharing our views and lives with each other. It is the fabric of the cycle of life and imperfection that binds us together in a Divinely orchestrated dance. Certainly our intuition comes into play here, for we feel and hear the note before it has been plucked on the string.
Let us come together in our impurity, and realize that it is the components of our lives as individuals and as a community that bring the depth of experience to each of us. Without the impurity, there would be no bliss, no celebrations, and no kinship.
I love you and I believe in you.
Thank you for being part of my life and sharing this imperfect moment with me.
In Divine Love,