Lovelia
My Aunt, Lovelia, passed on this afternoon around 1:30 P.M. Central in Austin, Texas. She was 66 years old today. Lovelia was one of a kind. A great sense of humor, true spiritual awareness, and a strong moral compass defined her character. She has two incredible children, Driana and Carlos, each of whom are wonderful people in the mold of their mother. In addition, She leaves here two sisters, Estela and Berta, and her mother, Francisca. She was preceded in passing by two brothers, Nestor and Nemesio Jr. and her Father, Nemesio Sr.
Lovelia searched for spiritual fulfillment and enlightenment for many years and was a source of inspiration and knowledge in my own search. Her search covered many facets of human spirituality and religious belief. Lovelia was a literal library of information and an open book to those who were searching for answers to the old and unanswerable questions. She was and is now an ancient. I feel proud and lucky to have known her and to have had her influence in my life. I am sure we will meet again to continue our discussions but with the benefit of a new and welcome perspective.
I've tried to find sorrow in my heart for her passing but instead I feel a sense of wonderment at her courage and acceptance. She carried herself with dignity through this life and through the end. I am sure she will start her new life with her head held high, her heart full of love, and a smile and laugh on her lips. She is already missed.
During one of our conversations, Lovelia directed me towards Sufism as a point of reference. As a result I found this brief excerpt from a poem one day and I pass it on to all.
The Tavern (excerpt)
All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,
And I intend to end up there.
This drunkenness began in some other tavern.
When I get back around to that place,
I'll be completely sober. Meanwhile,
I'm like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.
The day is coming when I fly off,
But who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?
Who says words with my mouth?
Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way.
Whoever brought me here will have to take me home....
Rumi.
Lovelia searched for spiritual fulfillment and enlightenment for many years and was a source of inspiration and knowledge in my own search. Her search covered many facets of human spirituality and religious belief. Lovelia was a literal library of information and an open book to those who were searching for answers to the old and unanswerable questions. She was and is now an ancient. I feel proud and lucky to have known her and to have had her influence in my life. I am sure we will meet again to continue our discussions but with the benefit of a new and welcome perspective.
I've tried to find sorrow in my heart for her passing but instead I feel a sense of wonderment at her courage and acceptance. She carried herself with dignity through this life and through the end. I am sure she will start her new life with her head held high, her heart full of love, and a smile and laugh on her lips. She is already missed.
During one of our conversations, Lovelia directed me towards Sufism as a point of reference. As a result I found this brief excerpt from a poem one day and I pass it on to all.
The Tavern (excerpt)
All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,
And I intend to end up there.
This drunkenness began in some other tavern.
When I get back around to that place,
I'll be completely sober. Meanwhile,
I'm like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.
The day is coming when I fly off,
But who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?
Who says words with my mouth?
Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way.
Whoever brought me here will have to take me home....
Rumi.
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