Hi Folks.
I came back from some traveling ten days ago and have been sick ever since. My brain so foggy I haven’t trusted myself with my thoughts, so I steered away from writing anything down.
You’re welcome.
Also, as seasonal transitions tend to be, there’s a lot brewing in my little self-is-sphere. Spring is moving in here in the northeast, the winds of change knocking down lots of small branches. It’s good, it’s hard, it requires extra sleep.
My kids are in the starting gate of change, too: Nate and Gretta getting married, Sam and Mišel heading to North Carolina (34 years post sister’s graduation, we head back to Duke), and Coco will be at Montana State in the fall; Bozeman again, too. These kids are so admirable. Watching their lives unfold is the most most enjoyable dream.
I’m not really sure how to explain or articulate what I’m experiencing except that it’s both an expansion and contraction at the same time. I think this is the delight of life: outgrowing some things and narrowing the scope of others as we move through time. Figuring out what matters and discarding the superfluous.
Paring down, in many ways, in preparation for the journey home, as I would describe it.
This language came to me in my reading recently:
We are divine but imperfect beings who exist in two worlds, material and spiritual. It is our destiny to shuttle back and forth between these universes through space and time while we learn to master ourselves and acquire knowledge.
That, my friends, is life and death in two succinct, prefect sentences.
The changing of seasons is always a time for the departure of souls from Earth. I have no idea if it’s easier to travel when seasons are shifting, but it’s a phenomenon I’ve witnessed over many years of living in the world of dying. It’s cool. What’s not cool is what I would call the American Way of Dying (not to be confused with The American Way of Death, a terrific exposé on the funeral service industry written by Jessica Mitford).
In America we mostly go kicking and screaming, reaching desperately for any and every medical intervention we can get to delay the inevitable. We refuse to accept, honor or even try to understand death.
It is our destiny to shuttle back and forth between these universes.
People, get on the shuttle. Get yourself ready to get on the shuttle. You get to go hang out with all your friends who died already! What makes you think that this insane, whacky material realm is all there is? Seriously?
Last week there were a couple of pieces in the NY Times about death and I can’t even tell you how many people sent copies of them to me. I loved it! I’m the diva of death! It makes me so happy. Because I will warn you right here and now: I am going to be talking about this endlessly, ruthlessly, until my talking days are over. You can deny death all you want, you can pretend you’re going to outlive it. You can look the other way every day of your life, but death, which is so much easier than birth and a great opportunity to rest and a terrific reunion with your soul friends and a chance to learn and grow, is a natural part of the long, fascinating and necessary continuum of being alive.
So we’re going to talk about this and we’re going to study this because it’s a good idea to prepare for the inevitable, I’m sure we can agree on that much, right?
Here’s what’s on deck:
I have a class in Mt. Kisco, NY on Thursday, May 2 in the morning. Subject matter: energy management (soul work), medium skills, death + dying. Email me if you’re interested in joining.
I’m thinking about a few talks on Befriending Your Mortality this spring. Any interest in that? Online or in person?
Finally, what started as the Little Books became even smaller over time and are now The Four Lectures, which I am planning to have done by my birthday in May. I’ll print them in some format and deliver them wherever anyone will give me a microphone.
You are wonderful and miraculous and beautiful and I look forward to seeing you out there on the road to discovery.
xomo
Hi there, long time reader from NZ , first time commentor, if that’s such a word. Keen to attend any online sessions you choose to run, this is the first time I’ve heard you mention online? Given I’m
In a different country and time zone, online is attractive and accessible. I don’t mind paying for it, best wishes Suzy C