This post was written in November, 2013 when a beloved friend was gravely ill.
In the past few weeks I have been yet again reminded of the precariousness of this business of living.
I took this picture recently on the beach in Florida while I was visiting a dear friend who is in hospice care. Each morning his partner and I would rise early and walk along the ocean.
The image reminds me of essential truths of nature: the sun illuminates the sky and water even on a stormy day; the turbulence of the water changes the terrain of the sand beneath; nothing stays the same.
Each morning in my yoga practice I create space and time:
- To be present and tuned into life and nature right on my mat
- To notice what illuminates me from within and without in that moment
- To see the turbulence in living and to welcome both the disturbance and the inevitability of change
- To remember to step lightly and breathe and move with these rhythms that are surely beyond my control
This week marks 12 years since my stem cell transplant. I have moved from living with the near certainty that death was around the corner to the simple knowledge that death is yet to come and may well arrive when least expected.
As I recall the churning ocean and see the diminishing light as we move towards winter, I feel the inexorable pattern of the ebb and flow of all existence – whether a wave or a leaf or a life. Each single piece is a precious part of something vast coming and going.