tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166459572149699816.post1257112976964710643..comments2024-03-24T23:13:15.572-07:00Comments on Mind Deep: And Life Goes OnMarguerite Manteau-Raohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17956537059369707663noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166459572149699816.post-16466867807096262572011-07-24T17:31:18.503-07:002011-07-24T17:31:18.503-07:00Yes, that is exactly what I meant. We cling on to ...Yes, that is exactly what I meant. We cling on to things so tightly, that we often forget to see the beauty of every experience. :)Nataliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12919764140075852854noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166459572149699816.post-62767703033998134012011-07-17T18:15:06.574-07:002011-07-17T18:15:06.574-07:00Natalie, interesting you use the word 'strange...Natalie, interesting you use the word 'strange'. Makes me think how estranged we are from what is. Most of our life activities are distracting us from seeing the essentially impermanent nature of this life.Marguerite Manteau-Raohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17956537059369707663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166459572149699816.post-45905342531843990002011-07-17T18:13:33.137-07:002011-07-17T18:13:33.137-07:00JDB, yes, contemplating the physical reality of de...JDB, yes, contemplating the physical reality of death is a powerful practice. Hence, the gift of hospice work. You and I are both very fortunate that way.Marguerite Manteau-Raohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17956537059369707663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166459572149699816.post-26267299858219940392011-07-17T17:43:06.994-07:002011-07-17T17:43:06.994-07:00It is a strange sensation indeed.It is a strange sensation indeed.Nataliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12919764140075852854noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166459572149699816.post-9720377418659850982011-07-17T17:40:18.509-07:002011-07-17T17:40:18.509-07:00Our impermanence revealed once more. There is a s...Our impermanence revealed once more. There is a sadness about dying alone yet there is no other way, even when others are present. I received the gift of overcoming a fear of death from my father at his dying. He awoke from a coma, looked squarely at me, squeezed my hand, and left. That was the seed of my hospice involvement to be when it arrived a few years later. You have a gift of awareness for your dying friends and the times you share are so encouraging Marguerite.JDBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06964703166624123289noreply@blogger.com