On this night when we traditionally laugh at our fears -- of goblins
and ghouls, of things that go bump in the night, of our unleashed selves
at that wild costume party -- I am home alone in my dark old house,
about to build a fire, watch a scary movie, and contemplate Death with
love and humor.
Tonight, through ritual celebrations,
people of all ages in our death-fearing culture get to relax a little,
and take the tiniest peek at the monster under the bed.
Perhaps
what we fear is Life, not Death. If we surrender to Life and live in
each precious moment, we have to let go, over and over, and damn, that
can hurt. It's often easier to dull the senses through
distractions, but my
wish is to completely wake up to the beauty and pain of it all.
Pausing the stream of mental chatter and tapping into essential being is
what I have been seeking and studying here for years,
especially recently. I want to enter into all the moments of my life,
not just skate along the surface in the commentary of my mind and wonder
what the hell happened when it's over.
Recently
I was given a lovely gift from a couple who has faced Death in many
ways. Awareness of our end-date adds a certain spice to each breath we
take, and while my friends did not intend that I make this simple urn my
final resting place, I think it is a perfect fit for my cremains.
So
my very own pink
and cream ceramic urn, with gold leaf details and a flock of tiny birds
flying behind a fan of pink bamboo, sits on top of my dresser and waits.
The dash of grief I feel when I look at it each day is gently teaching
me to accept, not fear, my death. A note inside states that it is the
future home
of Linda Sonrisa Rowland-Jones.
"We love beauty because the mind stops," says Eckhart Tolle,
and the wonder we feel in Big Sur brings flashes of serenity, so that
we can sense our ability to blossom. The ocean, the mountains, the night
sky, birdsong, storms and sunsets, flora and fauna, and the full moon on
Halloween combine to create a world whose beauty makes me forget that Big Sur (and so much more) will outlast my physical form. Instead, a powerful awe compels me to fully enter the moment.
And then, there is Death, sitting on our shoulder,
reminding us that this, right now, is all we have. Someday the Reaper
comes, and we don't know when. Add Love to these powerful truths and you
have what I
seek: Presence.
Tomorrow is the Day of the Dead, America's "newest holiday".
Hooray! Pick an event in your neighborhood and remember your loved ones
who have gone before. Let us embrace our dear Death, our teacher, the
one who will lead us into a richer, sweeter Life.
Photos by Linda Sonrisa
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
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