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.
Nothing like ashes to remind me to live harder, better, more lovingly, more joyfully.
Yesterday we planted a Ceiba tree with the ashes of a lifelong friend of mine who lived ill for such a long time it was just a part of him, and then died suddenly before anyone had time to say goodbye.
New Year’s eve morning as I write this. I’ve spent the week between Christmas and today pondering the events of 2016. I’m surprised at the number of surprises I had in 2016. It was a year of surprises. And I’d like another please. I believe this is because of my new commitment to extemporaneous living, instead of planning everything out. There’s a flow going on.
Here’s my list. I suspect you had tons of surprises too. What’s on your list?