Living into Dying
I have had the gift and privilege of sitting beside a friend who is in the process of dying. Even saying the word is hard at times. Sometimes I soften the language by saying “passing away”, almost like a cloud passing in the sky. Dying and death has so much more of a finality to it, at least in this physical realm. But still it is the straight truth.
Conversations at this precipice of life and death are unabashedly Real. We sit and meet each other Being to Being. When the body and personality are in the processing of going, they naturally soften into the background. Here the foreground is spacious, and we can feel and share how the personal and transient currents arise and fall away. They carry less of a good or bad. It is very much like Rumi describes, “the field beyond wrongdoing and rightdoing”. Everything just is. Judgements soften, and intimacy and trust deepen.
For me it has been a season of witnessing the tenderness of humanity, the fragility of the physical body, and the immensity of Spirit/Essence that is so large that it moves through me like the ocean itself.
Love and ease to my friend as this journey continues within and beyond the body.