I’ll be 87 in May. My wife, JoAnn, will be 88 in July. Hey. Wait a minute. That can’t be true, can it? Yes, I murmur to myself, it can be true, and it is true.
We talk about end-of-life issues now and again, my wife and I. What would we do if this happened? What would we do if that happened? To sum it all up, we are beginning to realize more consciously–just like thousands and millions of other people–that this life we are living at the moment, this life that, on the whole, we find very enjoyable, filled with a lot of simple wonder and pleasure, is drawing to a close.
We like to think, both of us, that God willing, we have let’s say four or five more good years before us. But there is a natural process at work that quite frankly, we can’t do much about. These physical bodies that we inhabit at the moment are not going to be around much longer.
That is one side of the story. Thankfully, however, there is another side to this age-old story of life and death in which we all participate.
Better late than never, what? Fear still rises up in me, I know that. And yet I find that with each day that passes, I become a bit more conscious of that which I experience is the antidote to fear.
I realize more clearly, more consistently, how each one of us is enfolded– and has been enfolded since our birth–in the invisible Presence of eternal love. It is a Presence I could never begin to understand–but which I can experience–and its love is ageless, infinite, and impervious to fear.
I send you blessings and love. If you have any thoughts on the above, please do share.