Inspire

Photo: Photo by Gary Meulemans on Unsplash.

I met Sharon 25 years ago. I saw her soul in a way I’d never experienced. Though she was a recently widowed mother of three, I saw all that was good, bright, and happy in her. I saw her healed soul, filled with love, delivered from grief and sorrow. I understood we’d known each other for an eternity.

Sharon taught me intentional breathing. It further opening my awareness of unseen souls. In my medical world, inspire means to take in breath. In my spiritual world, inspire means to draw in Spirit. When I breathe intentionally, I do both. 

Sharon taught me how to look on another soul’s heart. I’d experienced it spontaneously when we met, but she taught me the process. She was a gentle teacher. When I shared spiritual insights, she treated them with reverence as if they were precious and rare. She taught me I could hold such experiences sacred and still speak about them.

Alone, at the grave of Sharon’s husband, Spirit allowed me to experience the sorrow and loneliness she’d felt at his passing, and the profound divine comfort she’d received when she needed it most. It all came to me—glorious, painful, horrible, and edifying—all at the same time.

Sharon and I taught one another. On one occasion, after I’d shared, she thanked me and quietly said, “I needed to hear those things.”

Sharon moved away. We don’t see each other much anymore, but I’ll always treasure what she taught me.

Be a teacher. Be a student. Be a friend. Inspire.