I can hear the followers of Camp Liza canceling their subscriptions as I write. Because who wants to read about death? The fact is, if you think about death, like the Buddhists do, you will live ever so much a more beautiful, rich life. And we all want that.
So today, let’s think about death.
This post is inspired by the accidental death of a friend last week. It was a day like any other. An artist, he went to work. A big machine fell on him. Yup.
At the wake, everyone was seeking solace for themselves from the widow, instead of directing their energy to her suffering. It was that close to everyone’s lives.
“Today is a good day to die” is attributed to Chief Low Dog of the Oglala Lakota tribe in 1881. He yelled it to his warriors as they charged General Custer at the Battle of the Little Bighorn. The Lakota “won.”
A good day to die means that you are living your life so fully, so realized, with no regrets, celebrating, revealing your true self, that if you die today, you would feel satisfied, knowing you had really lived your life, a life according to your essence and desire.
Well, I think I flunk in this department. I cannot say this of myself. I’m unsatisfied. I have put things off. I have not taken risks that as I look back, I should have. I have lived in pockets of fear.
A good day to die also refers to the issue of having everything in your life in order. You’re living full and clear. It’s not just that your will is written and the bills are paid. Living orderly, by which I mean, clean with yourself and others, has a big impact on your state of mind and the quality of your life.
We meditate, we read spiritual books and do spiritual practices. We constantly say to each other, “live in the present moment, it is all we have.” We think we have it figured out, and then BOOM! Someone dies and we freak out. Every single time it is a shock. And it shouldn’t be. It’s the only sure thing in life. It’s the only promise we get when we’re born.
I wake up and think, “today is not a good day to die.” It gets me busy being me. I am still wanting, wishing, lamenting. I better get crackin’! Time to manifest.
Yesterday, “I didn’t really do anything.” In reality, I had a rich morning meditation of knitting. I worked out in the pool. I read a book that was so beautiful I had to put it down every so often to bear the beauty of it. For my late Saturday afternoon lunch for one, I prepared an artful composed salad with things I had purchased earlier at the Slow Food market. I wrote. I Skyped with my cousin. I made a frosty, sexy margarita after the sun went down and watched some episodes of Friday Night Lights that a friend turned me onto. I assembled a light supper. I fell asleep with my cat and the large ceiling fan spinning overhead.
And today, I talk to you. That’s “all” I have at the moment. It’s everything.
PS I visited Little Bighorn National Park too quickly last summer on my road trip through Montana. I long to go back and spend more time, hiking the hills, getting my fill of this holy land. And I will!
My lovelies I hope you stayed with me in this post. Aching to hear your thoughts in the comments box below. Are you living the life you really want to live? What’s missing and how can you manifest it? Sending you wishes for a beautiful day. Please– if you like being part of this thinking community of witty, intelligent, stylish women who want to live and love big, enter your email so you won’t miss a thing.