We seem to be at a time of endings, often unexpected as in Michael Jackson's sudden demise, or else sad but welcomed, as in Farrah Fawcett's release from pain.
Last night I enjoyed an informal celebration of my friend's birthday. What came up was the poignancy of numerically, leaving her physical youth behind, and at the same time, the excitement of what is still to come.
Another friend shared that she had been a teacher for 17 years. CA.'s budget crisis forced her out; she's unemployed. This is a death, just as real as if her body died. But it didn't. Now what does she do with her body?
The third dimensional mind shouts that everything has a beginning and an end. Nothing is real unless we can connect with our five senses. The unknown looms large.
Life mirrors what we think of as death. How to recreate life when everything we know is kaput? The answer always comes, but to receive, we need to ask and then be still. The answer lies within.
"Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome." Isaac Asimov
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