Just when I figure the MKMMA (Master Key MasterMind Alliance) course couldn’t possibly get any deeper, it opens up yet another crevice and swallows me up to think yet deeper and yet longer on some every day matters. This week is no exception.
Death. Yes…an everyday matter of fact occurrence. It seems somewhat morbid, perhaps, yet everything has an opposite so where there is death there is life, so in fact, I found myself thinking deeper about life simply because I was thinking deeper about death. Strange and yet so true.
Our assignment this week, along with our usual readings and exercises is to read an obituary each day…and not one on-line…a real handheld paper version of an obit in a newspaper of some kind. I have to admit, I resisted the physical paper based request, at first. Why the difference I wondered? Then after some contemplation, I realized there really was a difference when you read about someone’s life holding their story in your hands versus following their story on a screen. Somehow it felt more respectful to read about their life and their survivors with their story firmly held between my fingers. Crazy, but true.
We were not given any more detailed instructions about reading one obituary each day. There was no need to hear more about what we were to do with the reading. The message our great Master Key teachers are teaching is quite simple. What would we like our own obituary to read? What can we do now, today, next week, and so on, to have a most wonderful obituary written about how much we gave and shared and loved passionately in our short stay while passing through this part of our journey.
It reminded me of a concept I have shared with others I have done some personal work with. I have invited people to imagine themselves sitting in their rocking chairs, on their front porch when they were about 96 years old, and surrounded by all the people that crossed their paths during their lifetime. Imagining themselves hearing from all those people about what impact they made during the times of crossing paths. What would we want to hear the people say about ourselves? What stories would we want to hear that perhaps made a difference, big or small?
The design work to hearing the stories I want to hear when I am in my rocking chair at 96, continues from where I have left off so far in building value, and it can start now, to build the impacts and the memories people will have of me by then. It’s just a decision, and it is mine alone. I design my life with the end in mind, working backwards, to be what I want others to be able to say about me, when I welcome them to my front porch not so many years from now.
“She is whole, perfect, strong, powerful, loving, harmonious and happy.”…that will be a most welcomed description to hear.
What would you like to hear on your porch, years from now?