Charlotte, - Of course... and graces to your mourning, and Blessed sharing of your turning truths within... as so, this struck me...
"Perhaps the most shocking thing about death is what it does to your experience of time. Everything intensifies into a moment. Suddenly everything you knew in linear time, the past, present and future converges into one non-linear moment, revealing the beauty and complexity of a life."
As I develop within my life of Chronic Healing (of Chronic Illness)... just recently I had to navigate through the trans-migrational Being that is my death... wishing for a death (of my own) - that will not be (yet)... this came to a headway as I took my sun-shine meditation mid-day (in AZ, a load of heat as well)... and it occurred to me... as the sun shone warmth to my flesh, and the myriad of insects discovered my body, among the flesh-crawling grass underneath me...
The Awareness - "If I am not dead now, then I shall feel all that is alive On me" - then every little fly buzz, bug crawl, grass itch, bird song, plane cry, wind run - sensations of all took the place of my thoughts, feelings - my whole Being now encapsulated in this every-other-sensation.
As is to say... "We are here, even in death. Feel Us now - as life."
and then the coursing of the day into now... wherein life is 'normal' again. Having to face more death, upon a deeper death - knowing that this life is nigh - and yet ever closer than I can imagine. Layers, after layers of linearity - gone to passive ideals in living. Knowing - and then unknowing - the truth behind 'it all' in some singular moment... then having to let that go... living forth what the next call 'is' (until it 'in not' - and becomes the next... to the next... to the next...)
All in All,
Thank you, for dreaming on our behalf...
Creating on our Behalf...
Being... on our Behalf...
to bring forth your greater truth, to our greater truth.
Thanks Paul! The joys of youth in pre-collapse mode. And those jackets! Mark was in fact in a band at the time called The Love Fund, and one of the trio played the flute (and eagle bone whistle) at his burial. Later, I got pulled into singing too when we were on the road, but I always liked dancing the most. All best hawthorn wishes from England, Charlotte
Charlotte, - Of course... and graces to your mourning, and Blessed sharing of your turning truths within... as so, this struck me...
"Perhaps the most shocking thing about death is what it does to your experience of time. Everything intensifies into a moment. Suddenly everything you knew in linear time, the past, present and future converges into one non-linear moment, revealing the beauty and complexity of a life."
As I develop within my life of Chronic Healing (of Chronic Illness)... just recently I had to navigate through the trans-migrational Being that is my death... wishing for a death (of my own) - that will not be (yet)... this came to a headway as I took my sun-shine meditation mid-day (in AZ, a load of heat as well)... and it occurred to me... as the sun shone warmth to my flesh, and the myriad of insects discovered my body, among the flesh-crawling grass underneath me...
The Awareness - "If I am not dead now, then I shall feel all that is alive On me" - then every little fly buzz, bug crawl, grass itch, bird song, plane cry, wind run - sensations of all took the place of my thoughts, feelings - my whole Being now encapsulated in this every-other-sensation.
As is to say... "We are here, even in death. Feel Us now - as life."
and then the coursing of the day into now... wherein life is 'normal' again. Having to face more death, upon a deeper death - knowing that this life is nigh - and yet ever closer than I can imagine. Layers, after layers of linearity - gone to passive ideals in living. Knowing - and then unknowing - the truth behind 'it all' in some singular moment... then having to let that go... living forth what the next call 'is' (until it 'in not' - and becomes the next... to the next... to the next...)
All in All,
Thank you, for dreaming on our behalf...
Creating on our Behalf...
Being... on our Behalf...
to bring forth your greater truth, to our greater truth.
Blessed Be
I just love that 1989 photo. You look like you're in some extremely funky band or other.
Thanks Paul! The joys of youth in pre-collapse mode. And those jackets! Mark was in fact in a band at the time called The Love Fund, and one of the trio played the flute (and eagle bone whistle) at his burial. Later, I got pulled into singing too when we were on the road, but I always liked dancing the most. All best hawthorn wishes from England, Charlotte
He looks like the lead singer in some moody New Romantic outfit. It's a good look! I like the tailoring. More stylish than I have ever been.
Saw the first swallow here today so things are looking up!
Always the new romantics! Mark had a lot of style (and clothes!). You had a good line in coats though I remember.
House martins have just arrived here too.