It's not easy when four beloved people die...
These last few months have been challenging to say the least.
First Eddie, then Granny, James and the final straw Werner...all exceptional people.
this lead me to thinking about how we process death. Some people said to me because both Granny and Werner had lived long lives, it's "easier" to process their deaths. We all knew James was terminally ill. Eddie's death therefore was more of a shock...
I disagree, we process death in relation to the relationship we had with that person.
My love for each of these splendid people ...that's what makes it hard to deal with. They were a presence in my life, they contributed something truly meaningful to me, the loss of that, that's what makes it hard for me.
A good friend said to me in the midst of this heartache...the hole or gap that's left in your heart is meant to be there. Don't try to fill it. It belongs to that person.
.....love and peace to their souls...the holes you have left within me are yours forever!
Monday, October 5, 2009
Speak to us of Death...
Then Almitra spoke, saying, We would ask now of Death.
And he said:
You would know the secret of death.
But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?
The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto day cannot unveil the mystery of light.
If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life.
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.
In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;
And like seeds of dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.
Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate of eternity.
Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.
Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king?
Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is it to cease breathing but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?
Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.
(Kahlil Gibran – The prophet)
And he said:
You would know the secret of death.
But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?
The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto day cannot unveil the mystery of light.
If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life.
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.
In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;
And like seeds of dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.
Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate of eternity.
Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.
Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king?
Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is it to cease breathing but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?
Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.
(Kahlil Gibran – The prophet)
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