This week, a dear beloved friend passed away. Some will say: she is at peace now. True. Others will say: this is so sad. True. But it is not the peace nor the sadness that unsettles me.
It is the spaciousness that her passing has opened that I find myself gasping in. It is as if the air here is ultra thin, light-filled and pristine; pricking my being awake through the tears and gratitude.
As I read the words: “At 9:49 am our beautiful Cira took her last breath. She cried two tears as she went….” I heard myself utter, “Wow, wow, wow.” Because that moment was so big. I felt realities and time coalesce. I felt the magnificence of her being, her last breaths and the vanquishing of pain into light.
Then my tears came freely, rolling into sobs. Because she did it so gracefully and breathtakingly, transitioning from body to spirit.
Now, days later, I feel the need to meditate in the sacred, unfolding quiet that is bathing me in profound peace and knowing. I am listening for her, imagining the light pathways as she journeys on into the light.
“Sister,” I whisper in my heart, “Merge with the clear light.”
Images of her smiling face rise in my consciousness. I hear her laughter and feel her boundless love. She is here and not.
Life and death merged this week in my heart. Contradictions bloomed and seeded luminous truths.
When I contemplate this circle of life, I know death is just another beginning. There is wisdom through this gateway if we listen and embrace the vast arrays of light that accompany this passage. We have the opportunity to touch the infinite and awaken truths that flourish when we shed our limiting beliefs about death.
These experiences of loss are so personal and yet amazingly universal. I am raw and newborn from this exposure. How about you? Have you had profound experiences around death? How did you come to peace with death, or the loss of loved ones? How do you relate to death and dying?
Tell us your stories so that we may explore the beauty of death together and grow stronger.