My neighbour, T, and I saw a shooting star last night...
She had noticed me outside at the school grounds walking my dog, or rather shining a torchlight on the ground of which he's obsessed with chasing. It makes for easy exercise when I can't travel as far with my healing broken leg! But I digress...
It's amazing when you truly put your passion out there, people respond to your call. The people in my life now know that I am very capable and confident with having conversations about death and dying. My neighbour had just come from the funeral of a woman she worked with and had become friends with recently. This friend had bowel cancer and had died within 9 months of diagnosis. She was just 55 years old and she had three sons who now will go through life without their mum for support.
During the telling of this story, we both witnessed a shooting star and immediately believed that it was her friend or a message from the universe about her friend. We were in awe about the moment and the shooting star. It got me thinking about the comparison between phenomenal events like this one or rainbows or beautiful sunsets and thoughts about the people in our lives who have died, whether it was recent or many years before.
What is it about nature's magic that makes us think about our loved dead friends and family. I know that I feel more connected to Source when I witness these natural events. Source for me may be what God is for you or the Universe is for another, there is only perspective, no right or wrong there. Whatever it may be, I think it's this connection with something otherworldly that makes me think of people who have died because they are somehow otherworldly as well. I feel at peace when I connect those dots together as I'm sure others must feel so, too.
This shooting star also got me thinking about how we treat all of those awe-inspiring moments. We cherish them and treat them as something incredibly special and when that moment ends we revere it. Our hearts feel more, our eyes grow bigger and we often smile or cry because of it. I know that I also sometimes feel sad when it's over. I feel lucky that I witnessed this passing star, but also sad because I couldn't control it's appearance or disappearance.
It's like that with people who die as well, only sometimes we forget to live in awe of the moments we are with each other. We forget that when they die we'll, at some point, revere the experience of knowing/loving them and will most likely feel sad when their lives are complete.
But what if we treasure their existence in our lives; their 'appearance' as if it were...as if they were...something to be in awe of or in wonder of? It really is such a chance, magical phenomenon that we are born at all, as Richard Dawkins would say. So...wouldn't it be that much more powerful if we were just in awe of knowing each other, of being in each others presence? We're all the potential for being a shooting star...
For another day I am passionately yours,
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