The day celebrated because Christianity was brought to Ireland.
The trinity became famous for its beautiful knot work symbolizing the trinity of Christ. Jesus, God, the Holy Spirit are symbolized in a beautiful ever flowing loop. The trinity also stands for birth, life, and death and the ongoing flow. Birth brings life, and through life we find death. With all death comes life, and so the trinity continues.
Our family is a great deal Irish. We are also rooted in faith. Our roots may not have always been the sturdiest of roots in our family tree, but they have never completely uprooted. They always held strong onto faith, onto the trinity.
Today, I have the opportunity to complete the “trinity loop” thus creating that ongoing beautiful soul and spirit of perseverance.
The Hartford Marathon created the Trinity races as a fun way to earn three medals that would create a beautiful clover. I have had the pleasure of running two of these events thus far and completing my third today. Completing the trinity. Completing the loop of my family, the forever turns and twists that keep us together. From birth to death, and then birth again. We are all family.
My father has been in the hospital the last few days requiring several units of blood until they could control some internal bleeding. Two and a half years ago, I lay in a coma requiring countless bags of blood so that my life could be brought back, to continue living. In some ways, October 8, 2011 allowed me to be born a second time. My heart beat had stopped. The trinity loop had ended up at the top point, and then blood donations flooded into my being allowing my trinity to continue along its beautiful, rooted, path of life.
My fathers life has been spared again from the trinity of life. The vital blood that allows our heart beat to continue is alive and beating because of the family of donors we will never know.
These races are far more to me than another finish line. Every race I run is part of the trinity. Every race I run unites the trinity. Birth, life, and death happen every second of every day.
Tomorrow, I will wrap my arms around my parents. I will embrace the beautiful trinity of our family, the never ending Kelly blood.
Breathe in. Feel that? You are in the living part of the trinity.
Here we come O’Hartford.
Birth, Life, Death, then birth again.. and so, I run on.
Happy New Year!
It is 2014, a beautiful time to shed old limbs and grow new shoots.
In the process of my writing today, my soul has cracked open numerous times reflecting on the incredible power and strength of God. Through writing my two upcoming talks and working on some excerpts for my book I found myself once again questioning God. why did I live through such a traumatic ordeal when others die and lose so much more, and often much younger. As my fingers clicked into my keyboard my heart opened to the fact that my number just wasn’t up. None of us are immune. Only the creator of the universe knows our day and time. In a way, that awareness is a beautiful release. We can not live our lives constantly waiting for trauma to fall upon us, we must live like we are dying. As morbid as it sounds, learning how to die allows us to learn how to live. Does that make sense? From the moment you were born, you not only began growing, but you also began dying. The only thing that is constant, is nothing. With the knowledge that nothing is constant, the beautiful knowledge of change unfolds before us. We are changing every single beautiful second. We can not avoid the inevitable, we can live life as beautifully and with as much zest as possible while on this planet..and in doing so, we will learn how to die.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0QOFMti6jfM