- Sitting at the bedside of my father, a November where it’s been drizzling all day, and the darkness has now descended at 4:00pm in the afternoon in the Pacific Northwest. The time of death is near, after two years of many treatments. He will never get to see his grandchildren not yet born, or to retire.
- My doctor looks serious when I return to her office about a large bump on my thigh that was biopsied two weeks earlier. “After I take the stitches out, we need to talk about this.” Adrenaline surges through my body.
- One of my dearest friends since age 14. I’ve been visiting him weekly for many months. He doesn’t get out of bed anymore when I come. I see wide bumps on his back that look like they are full of liquid, as he moves to reach for a glass of water.
- The father of my children and first husband lies in a very quiet low-lit room in the tall Swedish Hospital in the middle of our city. There’s a gorgeous view out the window of a warm summer sunset. Everyone who visited earlier has left. I didn’t know I’d be the only one in the hushed room. I feel choked up, and heart-broken, and awkward….but there, present.
Crushed.
Imagination run rampant with thoughts of how it would feel, of imagining pain, of comparing what is with what was or what should be.
Here, I’m aware this work of self-inquiry is not about moving speedy quick over these difficult feelings or the wildness and mystery of life and death.
It is not saying “never think about death” or pretending there is no feeling of falling.
There is no trying to get somewhere else really, at all, even though I must admit I came into The Work trying to get somewhere else, somewhere different that felt better.
But who would I be in the face of cancer and death, without my conditions? Who would I be without the belief it should be different…another way?
How did I get the idea?
I notice how much I love the world, love people, connections, life, wonder. Perhaps that’s where I got the idea.
I imagine this love, this awe of life and how strange, magnificent, weird and mysterious it all is….and I dream of it ending in the future, as other things have apparently ended, and I feel what I’m calling “sad”.
Without the thought of “horrible” though, I’m in the moment now, with these people and images, with this invisible thing called cancer, where bodies are changing.
I see how there’s a slow peaceful movement away from the symptoms into whatever death is.
Everything changing, shifting, moving.
Turning the thought around: MY THINKING is horrible. Awful. Wrong. Terrible. Devastating. Something to be AGAINST. Death. My thinking is coming. Mind breaking down. My thinking is going soon. My thinking is terrifying and terrified.
Could it be that except for my thinking, all is well?
Yes. I’m simply here, aware. Being here, winding up here without a plan–there was no plan.
Holding this person’s hand, sitting in the presence of What Is. Broken open. Broken open very wide.
Not too terrified to be here, witnessing. Of service, if I can be. Noticing I want to give time, attention, connection. Noticing I wouldn’t want to miss any of this.
Not too terrified to feel like falling to my knees and surrendering to All This and sobbing my heart out.
This is wonder-ful, bearable. Right. Happening. Affirming. Something to be in favor of. Life. Knowing death is coming is good. Body breaking down is OK, the way of it. We are all going soon. We get to make that mysterious journey. It is loving.
Could this be just as true, or truer?
I can find so many advantages.
What if all the “conditions” I’ve placed on loving and being loved, on accepting and being acceptable, on feeling happy and peaceful, on me being a “me” and you being a “you”…..
…..fell away and there was nothing more required, absolutely nothing, in order to experience and be love, or peace, or happiness itself?
Aren’t I most interested in No Conditions?
Isn’t my greatest choice, perhaps my only choice, the ending of all conditions for love, peace or happiness? Isn’t that what I’ve always wanted…to feel whole, joyful, free no matter what?
Isn’t that why I keep loving doing The Work?
Yes.
Without the thoughts about dying, disease and death….what is, is amazing.