I've been trying to apply some of my Tao and yoga meditation to my life in general, observing my feelings, my body, my children, my family and friends, strangers even. Sometimes I do well, observing myself and others without judgment. But often I don't observe my own reaction until it has stomped off in a direction I hadn't intended.
I sat at my first deathbed vigil recently. I suppose I am blessed to have gotten this far in my life without having done that. It was unexpectedly inspiring. I feel like, for the first time, I am considering the whole possible span of my life. I wonder what thoughts will meander through my mind my last minutes of this life. I am aware of the impact of my choices on my own peace and that of others. I am enjoying the relationships I have more recently, despite the various stresses each relationship presents. I am trying to collect wonderful memories. I have many already. Am I greedy to want more? I think love just expands.
When you are young, you can barely see past the next grade in school. Maybe some people made a career path in high school, but who knew everything that would happen, plans or not. Now, from mid-point in the journey, I am considering how I want Part Two of my life to roll out. I am more aware now that I need to hold any plans loosely. I think what I want to be when I grow up is peaceful.
Monday, March 31, 2008
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Not all deathbed scenes are so inspiring, but all are scared. It is a time when you are almost able to touch and feel the divine.
the only thing I want to collect in this third part of my life is wonderful memories of wonderful moments with those I love.
Thanks for adding to my collection.
Recently read a book called "Before I Die." It is a young-adult novel (surprise) about a 16-year old girl dying of leukemia. It's told from her viewpoint, and the death "scene" is both fascinating and moving. I heartily recommend it. (Haven't given it to E yet... the whole book is pretty intense.)
I still wish I had been able to be with my mom at the end of her life.
I meant all death are sacred, not scared
I'm glad you clarified that typo Mom. In this case, it made a big difference.
I think both words were relevant....sacredness can be scary. And enlightening. You are well on your way to realizing yourself.
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