I know death breaks our hearts but we need it. Death makes us brave. It makes us take life more seriously, and the small stuff less seriously. I think it deserves our respect, so I find this territory pretty concerning.
I also don't think finality is necessary for taking death seriously. If we can respect the end of a high stakes game of poker, or a successful birthday party, surely we can respect the end of our sojourn on this mortal coil.
Interesting to emphasize death as some finality to give reverence to in the midst of exploring expansive ideas such as God, ghosts, UFOs, and other supernatural/otherworldly/afterlife type topics
"Be Here Now" Three words I repeat daily. Keeps me present and focused, at work, with family, and on long runs. Its my mantra. I will say however, having grown up thinking Frank SInatra was actually my uncle (of course he is not), I can't help by conjure fond memories of my father and (real) uncle when I play his music on Sunday mornings while I am making gravy (sauce). I totally agree, no more new stuff, but the old ones bring me back to a very happy time in my life.
I know death breaks our hearts but we need it. Death makes us brave. It makes us take life more seriously, and the small stuff less seriously. I think it deserves our respect, so I find this territory pretty concerning.
It cheapens a sacred absence.
I also don't think finality is necessary for taking death seriously. If we can respect the end of a high stakes game of poker, or a successful birthday party, surely we can respect the end of our sojourn on this mortal coil.
Interesting to emphasize death as some finality to give reverence to in the midst of exploring expansive ideas such as God, ghosts, UFOs, and other supernatural/otherworldly/afterlife type topics
Reverence indeed. A marvelous word choice.
"Be Here Now" Three words I repeat daily. Keeps me present and focused, at work, with family, and on long runs. Its my mantra. I will say however, having grown up thinking Frank SInatra was actually my uncle (of course he is not), I can't help by conjure fond memories of my father and (real) uncle when I play his music on Sunday mornings while I am making gravy (sauce). I totally agree, no more new stuff, but the old ones bring me back to a very happy time in my life.
Music hath charms!
And very nostalgic for me. And thanks for your posts, I really enjoy your writing. Be Well
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