Living

Yesterday's post was not meant to be about death, but rather

life and the full living of it. I do think I went a bit off on death

though :-). I neglected to write the second half of the story.

When you are living as if this day will be your last, you

tend to live more aware and fully in the present, at least I

think you would, but since I have never been told that it

was my last day, this is just a theory :-). If I am living in the

moment, life gets really exciting. I do different things than I

normally would and life lights up and becomes new.

If I am asleep and just making my way through the day and not

paying attention, then I go by habits and life becomes dull and

ordinary. I do not have time to be dull and asleep! I want to

eat life up. I want to take risks and be fearless. I want to move

with the moment and stay aware. This is taking a lot of practice

and I find it is most hard to move in this world when fully awake.

I get sleepy by the sweet soothing talk of others that are asleep.

Does anyone else find it hard to stay aware and in the now? Why

is it so hard?

This photo is of Dottie or Dot as I call her, she is my brothers dog.

My brother is doing much better, 98 percent of his eye sight is back, yay.

Have a most wonderful Tuesday.

Living and dieing

This is Max on his favorite chair. He likes to talk to me

from this chair :-). I have been thinking a lot about death

and life. Lots of death and sickness has been happening

around me the past few months and then George Carlin

died. It has made me think more and more about how

we (I) get caught up with petty concerns about what has to

be done and how to be and act and what do I look like and

why did so and so do this and that, on and on until I all of

a sudden become present and realize none of any of it means

a hill of beans :-). The thing is any of us can die in the next

second, minute, today, tomorrow or twenty years from now.

No one knows how or when. Eckhart Tolle says, and I will tell it as I

remember it from one of his lectures: It may be two days or fifty

years, but when it comes, it will come too soon and it will be NOW.

What all this means for me is: How long will I waste anymore time

on petty, worthless things? I know it is hard to always

remember my path, I am human after all, so I am kind with

myself when I fail, but I continue to attempt to remember it

more and more and to live in the moment and to find some precious

thing, no matter how small in all my moments. OXOXOXOX

P.S. George, I loved you, rest in peace, dear man.