How are we settling into the autumn?
The season of great change,
of rot and decay.
Having just traversed through Samhain we are reminded of death and our ancestors and on this eve particularly I remember my mother and her dance with death.
For her, it was the best case scenario of a life concluding surrounded by those she loved and who loved her.
For me deep it was a profound, entangled, beautiful, encounter welcoming death into my life which I had been prepping for.
I had just returned from Plum Village, France where I had been immersed in mindful teachings and lucky the teachings of The Maranasati meditation had landed in my consciousness.
This meditation is really quite simple: you pretend you’re dead. That your body is a corpse, rotting and returning to the Earth thorough all its composting stages.
If that sounds strange, disgusting actually, but it shouldn’t. It happens to all of us—whether we embrace death or cringe from it.
While we see nature decaying all round us, so shall we, a fate we can never escape.
I can still clearly remember a particularly deep murky relaxation where I envisaged lying beside my mothers’ decaying corpse. It sounds horrendous but it was deeply liberating.
We should not fear death. Yes, it is the end of conscious life, which admittedly is hard and difficult and filled with grief, but understanding that it is a natural part of life is where the joy lies.
And in the great Buddhist way of non-attachment you can indeed enjoy life more fully with this awareness .
I am not sad.
I remember her with great joy and today I celebrate.
(I have no idea who the art work is by, but thank you to the unknown artist, it says everything to me about this meditation) ...