In these reflections, I hope to make clear that to the degree we befriend our own death, we can become truly caring people.
I believe that the goal here is to become truly caring, so I continue to see that I need to "befriend" my own death.
I enjoyed a very special weekend, which might lead to more attachment, but instead I've been sitting in embrace and gratitude for all I've experienced and received. I am with "enough".
Friday night we saw Mark Knopfler with his great band, and Bob Dylan with his, at the Greek Theatre in Berkeley. Just Mark would have been enough. He loves the audience and interacts, and it was a wondrous variety of music and joy. Bob Dylan is a different act. The stage was dark and he lurked behind his piano which was behind a speaker and the lights were low, low, low. He wore a hat pulled down over his face and dark clothing but there is his voice and star quality, and I enjoyed the contrast.
Saturday morning we went down to Jeff and Jan's for the weekend. Our time together feels private to me, too precious to speak about, but it was special and when we returned, I just sat to receive the grace. I was filled with gratitude for Jeff and Jan and Senna.
It started raining in the night and again I felt embraced by the fall of water, and the knowing that moisture was soaking into the ground, and roots were spreading in joy of reception.
Tonight there is the debate, a baseball game that matters to many, and Will Schwalbe is speaking at Book Passage about his book The End of Your Life Book Club. Four of my book club members will be there. I'll be there, too. Meanwhile I'm with fullness and embrace.