Funny how the very thing that defines each of us, our soul, is impossible to describe. Far more than personality or traits or habits. Spirit. Essence. Yes, sort of. That intangible that enters our body at birth and departs in a flash when the physical body dies. Leaves and goes….where?
One of the highlights of law school was the option to observe autopsies at the adjacent medical school. On my scheduled observation day, there were twelve bodies ranging from 3 months to 80+ years. Twelve different causes of death – suicides, heart attack, heroin overdose, car accident, sudden infant death syndrome. Just twenty-four hours earlier, those twelve people had been alive. Twelve bodies right there in front of me – but definitely not twelve beings. There was no doubt that I was looking at empty vessels. Shells. Packaging I could relate to – what was required on this earth to make each of them visible, identifiable, tangible to other humans. Each soul had moved on.
Bare your soul. Soul mate. Soulless. Soulful. I know soulful when I feel it.
Driving along the other day with a heavy heart, not quite able to put my finger on why it felt so heavy, I overhead someone on the radio say something about having a hole in her soul. Yes.That’s what I felt. A hole in my soul. Something missing, out of whack.
I instantly thought about needing to defrag my soul. If I can defrag my computer’s hard drive, fill in the empty spaces by rearranging all the files that got out of sync back into a cohesive, well-oiled smooth running machine, surely I can defrag my soul. What is the protocol for defragging the soul?
First step. Delete the files that are corrupted. Delete the files that no longer serve me.
Then, defrag. Prioritize. Fill in the empty spaces.
vivinolavita 