ZEN FITS (from another post on death) When I went to Tampa to take care of my chair bound uncle whose wife was dying of an angry cancer, I found myself to be in a hospice situation, and for weeks as she lay dying in her bedroom I sat with death and made death my friend. I found myself letting go of This should not be. It was a profound passage for me, and I even thought of becoming a hospice volunteer, being a midwife for death. Death is a window through which Grace pours...if we open the window. Our loved ones final gift to us is their death. The mortician comes as soon as the last breath expires, whisks the corpse away all bagged and wrapped up, and when you see it next, its all made up as if death never happened. Compared to asian cultures, the west and especially America seems to be at war with death (terror), and our whole technological system is to make death, loss, and discomfort, go away. So we keep over the years constricting the comfort zone in which we live, wrapping ourselves tighter and tighter in our mummy clothes of pleasure. But insides the wrappings is our buried pain, our buried death.
Posted on: Sun, 24 Aug 2014 14:27:52 +0000
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