I have been thinking about what is this life that is within us. I think of when a life is created...what is that spark...what is it? It's more than existence, it's something tangible...you see it through expression.

Who we are...we live in a body. Our mind, the soul, the expression of who we are is not limited. We can touch people's lives that are on another continent through our actions on our continent.

I have been thinking of what is the point of our existence, especially those with traumatic childhoods. What are we to gather from being born into such a place? Why did the Universe propel us into an experience with exactness of timing?

I have really seen this week how life is not fair. I am not referring to my own life but to others I know.

I was at a high school game the other night and ran into an old classmate. We chatted for a few minutes and then she said, "If you see me shaking, I have Parkinson's. I got the diagnosis ten years ago." We are 40...so that means she got the diagnosis when she was 30. Is that fair? No. How do you live with such uncertainty day in and day out? Her husband took her hand as they walked down the bleachers.

We just lost a dear friend to cancer three months ago and found out via facebook her husband is remarrying. After 33 years of marriage, he meets someone and within three months they are getting married. I think of her, his former wife and all that made him who he is today was the best of her.

She gave all she had to her children and husband. Now someone else comes in and is reaping the rewards of her effort. Is that fair? No.

I have seen people who have deformities from birth. Nothing they did led to this. They assemble themselves the best they can, living the best they can.

I keep coming back to the question, "What is This Life?" What is this unknown world within us that calls to us for exploration, experience and expression?