The Messy Buddha
Dancing on the Soul's Growing Edge
My Dad is Dying
05/29/2009 09:32 AM
Birth and death ...
The circle of life sometimes pulls me into the moment.
Birthing this beautiful book
While saying goodbye to ...
My Dad is dying.
My siblings and I face this moment together
Hoping to love each other more through the journey.
Moments in the hospital ...
In the nursing home where my Father’s numerous friends visit ...
Precious and sacred moments together
and apart.
We’ve shared with each other the times when we “cried like babies.”
Wept when I told my Dad what the Dr. said,
Wept over the steering wheel in my hot car in the hospital parking lot.
I’m exhausted, weary, and out of words.
The only words that reverberate in my ears--
My Dad is dying.
And this, too, is spiritual practice.
Being awake to the pain ...
To the sadness ...
To life ...
And death.
Breathing in and out.
My Dad is dying.
The circle of life sometimes pulls me into the moment.
Birthing this beautiful book
While saying goodbye to ...
My Dad is dying.
My siblings and I face this moment together
Hoping to love each other more through the journey.
Moments in the hospital ...
In the nursing home where my Father’s numerous friends visit ...
Precious and sacred moments together
and apart.
We’ve shared with each other the times when we “cried like babies.”
Wept when I told my Dad what the Dr. said,
Wept over the steering wheel in my hot car in the hospital parking lot.
I’m exhausted, weary, and out of words.
The only words that reverberate in my ears--
My Dad is dying.
And this, too, is spiritual practice.
Being awake to the pain ...
To the sadness ...
To life ...
And death.
Breathing in and out.
My Dad is dying.