I
was talking to a dying friend. He was having trouble breathing and was
in a lot of pain. He was telling me how, despite the pain, it was all
perfect somehow, in a way he couldn't explain. That in the midst of the
blood and the sleepless nights and the immobility, he had found a place
of serenity. A place of freedom from his story of himself as 'the dying
one'. A place of freedom from all dreams and hopes for the future, and a
deep acceptance of things as they were. Life had radically simplified
itself - the moment was all that mattered now, and all that had ever
mattered. He told me, "Despite all this, I wouldn't swap this life for any other."
We
are constantly reminded of the fragility of our hopes, dreams, plans
and beliefs. The foundation of our world has cracks in it, and time and
time again we are invited to remember the preciousness of life itself
prior to "my life", the gift of existence prior to "I exist". Existence
is our temple - the ground on which we stand is deeply sacred.
–Jeff Foster