You might wonder why I write about love all the time. The reason is love is the great frontier for all of us. It teaches us how to live. It prepares us for our own death and the death of everyone else, devoid of regret, no matter when that great moment descends in every life: the last breath.
The thinking of the world effectively screws up the truth about love and dying. The art of living involves a dissolution of boundaries and limitations leading into the great loving arms of creation and divinity. We don’t need to wait until we die to learn these lessons. They present themselves in the here and now, in the quiet of the quarantined pandemic, as we move through the day, as we sleep at night, hoping to catch a dream or two.
In reality, we were born in each moment, and we die in each moment, all within the space of an in breath and out breath. This is why the breath is the focus of so many meditation practices. The mind wanders, back to the breath. Lost in thought? Back to the breath. With such practices, we experience the impermanence of our thoughts and emotions. We glimpse into the great wide open, as spiritual teacher Will Johnson calls it.
When Tomaso died, he dropped his body and not his soul. I was aware of that at the very moment of Tomaso’s last breath, yet all around me were people who may not have experienced firsthand the truth of this revelation. The fear of death blocks the essence of love and plunges the mind into existential crisis.
I communicate with Tomaso on a soul level everyday. As a result, the bonds of our love grows. He has not gone anywhere. As I quiet my mind and open my heart, my love for everyone expands. Tomaso is a generous and loving soul. He continues to offer me assignments on this curriculum, which reveals a wild and unfettered freedom.
When we re-experience memory from present moment consciousness, all memory, indeed, is a love story. OM