For me, this dying is about living a paradox. Both being attached to the immediate world and letting go at the same time. Grief is always close, spilling over when acknowledging the letting go of my kids, loved ones and loved life. I don't want to push the grief out, it is precious and I accept it as my companion on the journey. At the same time I am sailing a beautiful boat home. In the quiet of my mind, moving away from hectic social living, the experience is expansive and superb, a close up transformation, something near impossible to see from afar. Being so present I see and feel profound understanding and gratitude, a beautiful experience of grace. The view is softer and more balanced, it draws me in.
I realize my perspective is uniquely mine, and not common, but it is good. With death I realize there is a strong human desire to rush in and do, as a gracious act of love. I did the same. I write these words to reassure you that I am better than fine, Content. I need very little, I have learned to ask for what I need and it is working well. I appreciate the notes and letters and space that allows the magic to work. THANK YOU.
I realize my perspective is uniquely mine, and not common, but it is good. With death I realize there is a strong human desire to rush in and do, as a gracious act of love. I did the same. I write these words to reassure you that I am better than fine, Content. I need very little, I have learned to ask for what I need and it is working well. I appreciate the notes and letters and space that allows the magic to work. THANK YOU.