I just found out that a friend died recently. I had only known her about 7 months, yet I felt really connected to her. I had been trying to reach her by phone and email and had not heard back. I had a sense something was not right.
I’m feeling sad wondering if she was alone. I wonder if she knew I loved her. I feel sad that I did not tell her.
Latelly, I’ve been thinking about what comes after we leave this world. In many ways, my spiritual practice has greatly lessened my fear of dying.
The anniversary of my mother’s death is July 29th. In the last few years I have honored this day and not grieved. I plan something special and I am often with friends I love. I have had a few wonderful moments of synchronicity on this day also and I trust the significance of these.
Oddly, just yesterday, I came across these words by Khalil Gibran – this is so beautiful, it brings tears to my eyes:
“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.”
