Allow me to share something I don't talk about much any more...
That was beautiful. Maryn. Thank you. It's interesting how in the worst of times, your mind will heal itself, out of necessity. And the contrast, because of what makes up most of your days, is stark.
When my mother, the pretty woman in my profile photo, (I'm the one with the flight-worthy ears) was diagnosed with Stage IV Lung Cancer, it came out of nowhere and we were devastated. We'd been told that she had COPD, but she'd been misdiagnosed until it was too late to do anything about it. She was given a few months to live, and it was so dark. When you're in the middle of something like that life takes on a surreal quality. You're there, but not there. And you're exhausted, from the caring for, from the sadness, lack of sleep, etc. My only brother flew out from New York with his fiance, who was a great help, and true to form for us, we partied our asses off. We celebrated her and what she'd always meant to us. We played our piano and guitars and we sang, sang, sang, all the standards--and my mother could sing! Even with her condition, she could still sing. And we laughed, oh how we laughed, and we cried when she wasn't looking. At this moment I'm tearing up, so I'll stop, but thanks for remind me of that. After she passed, it was late December, we (speaking of logs) lit a fire in my backyard and stood around drinking wine and talking about her. She is missed.
Reading your responses brings me joy!
(I get tired of seeing so much negativity on the internet.)
It's getting pretty rough, my friend, and who knows? they may get me in the end, but they're gonna know they were in a fight. Hope you are well, sweetness.
Sat Nam! (literally "Truth Name"--a Sikh greeting)
Sometimes I think it's at these worst of times -- and yes, I'm well aware this is one of those -- that we need reminders of those small joys, that they're still there. Under rubble in some cases, scorched in some cases, but not forever gone. Not in most cases.
Blessings,
Siri Kirpal
These times are dark. Look at what we've got setting the tone. All things pass, and that will too. Maybe sooner than we know. In the meantime, we can't let it rob us of our right to feel joy. The clock's ticking.