I am writing an early (afternoon) post as I feel like life is running out of me. I am so very tired, not really know why, but I guess I need to go for early sleep.
When I stepped out of the car arriving home from work today my phone rung and I answered to the voice of a friend whose mother is on the way to leave her body. A convrsation thus becomes a mixture of logic, phylosophy, consolation as well as of sadness and tears. For, however wise we my be and knowledgable, there is also a need to acknowledge, accept and be present to the tears, to inevitable strain of change we all meet throught our lives in so many ways. Death is no exception, especially of someone close and dear. In many ways we and things around us are born and reborn every day. So is our movement, through bodies and lives and changes till, we hope, we are born in a realm of something eternal, made of light, knowledge and bliss, of what we all are, basicly leaving the coats behind and becoming us.
But, for the time being, with whatever death that is happening inside me that may be causing me to fall into tiredness and retreat from the world, I will retire to repose and recharge. I am grateful for this reminder that comes in form of tiredness, reminder that I need to stop, pose, step out from my daily action, to be reborn and returned on my next part of the journey.
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