A number of books about death
have floated my way.
It may be the aging of baby boomers,
or it may be another coming out of the closet.
A culture that believes you can pull yourself
up by the boot straps,
buy yourself out of any situation…
finding out that Life has the last laugh.
Death will either crack you open
to the magic of each moment or
create scar tissue that
has no feeling.
Grieving is humbling
corralling you into the present
no where to go
a journey
you can’t control,
or even understand
simultaneously you’re numb and
more alive then you’ve ever been.
thank you for sharing your experience with us, Barbara
I love you
Thanks Claudia.
Very true.
“… simultaneously you’re numb and more alive than you’ve ever been.” Ohhhh, yes! And that aliveness is our connection … to Spirit, to Source, to all who’ve gone before and to those who will follow. They come to me in vivid dreams, those I’ve loved whose bodies I can no longer hold. Each one is happy and doing well. I wish I could summon them at will, but they run on something other than Greenwich Mean Time.
Thank you for this lovely piece.
Yes!
Love you!
Kathleen
And you said you don’t have many words these days. Well it takes a little time to make good gravy, doesn’t it.!! I love “death will crack you open to the magic of each moment” and “grief is humbling by corralling you into the journey of nowhere to go”. What double edged swords you swing in this one, Barbara. The present moment is full of magic, isn’t it and the journey is always taken in the moment by moment. I was thinking of you riding a blind horse today and the horse knows where you are going. You were trusting the horse. Joseph said he had two choices of what he could do: Be present and notice when he is not present. Death is a great teacher. I love you and thank you for this “fireworks” of a piece of your heart!!!!!!