Finally. some stitches.
and these came today. What perfect timing. the one on dying is from me to my Self. the other, the Alice Walker, is from, i'm guessing, my second longest friend who continues to Just Go in Detroit. she had written the other day about so much loving reading it…how it helps her Just Go. she is my friend from 7th grade…we Continue only by pen on paper.
and Solstice. there are many images, many words for Summer Solstice. that live in the land of Numinosity. the land of Spirit. but the bottom line for me is just that it's
warm.
and there is LIGHT. long long hours of Light. enough Light. but then, at the end, even today, i have to let it go.
but then, i can still spook around.
can you see the chair?….inside the shelter of the Giant Sacaton grasses?…barely.
the garden of the Child Buddha
and in the very first paragraph of the book about dying, i read words that tell me again why i so love Tibetan Buddhism.
"Death is one of the most precious experiences in life. It is literally a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The karma that brought us into this life is exhausted, leaving a temporarily clean slate, and the karma that will propel us into our next life has not yet crystallized.
so. here i am. looking around. it's warm. it was a long long long day. that day is over. now, time to Just Go.
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