As we approach the busy holiday season I find the need for more moments to step back, pause, reflect and reset. With certainty this requisite is not unique to me so I decided to share a worthy article I just reread and was once again left in gratitude. Angela Warburton is a wonderful ambassadors for Mindful Necessities. Her story is worth reflection and sharing.
How I practice dying every day
When I was 26, my boyfriend’s dad and brother both died unexpectedly in a relatively short time period.
It was at this time that my mentor said something I never forgot: “Practice dying every day.”
What does this mean? To practice dying? When we think about it, our modern world doesn’t have a lot of space for dying. We don’t like to think about, talk about, or face it—unless it’s in our movies, media, or video games, which are full of it in a detached way.
Yet, death is the one thing we’re assured of from the moment we are born. Our time here is limited.
Why don’t we ever think about this? Not in the anxious, paranoid, and fearful way some are prone to, but in the deeper and more meaningful way? Life is precious: honour it. People won’t be around forever: treasure them.
As it turns out this treasured (and challenging) boyfriend of mine died a few years later when he was traveling in Zimbabwe. Another unexpected death in his family – this one from a car accident.
Then, I bring myself back to this moment.
I’ve never ever forgotten this preciousness of life. I tell people how I feel. I am grateful every day for my feet on the ground, the blood pumping through my veins, and breath in my lungs. I appreciate nature and the simplest of things.
I take solace in the little things, because they really are the building blocks of my life I appreciate the calm of a steaming cup of tea on a crisp fall day, or the beauty of watching the sunrise on those days I need to be up early. I relish the time I get to spend with those I love, the tail wagging joy of my dog, or the feeling of satisfaction I get from holding the door open for strangers- for they're dying too. We all are.
And when I practise dying every day, my life feels richer. I’m more present. I see the gifts around me. I appreciate more.
Imagine if we all just practiced dying every day. If we took stock like it was our last day on the planet. What might we do differently? Who might we reach out to? What little irritations might we let go of?If we could practice dying more, this world might just be a little bit richer and perhaps a lot more gentle for all of us.
Wishing you a perfect Sunday, with love, a bow and a smile
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