Dec 09, 2017 One last tribute
My first day in Amsterdam I found out that a good friend for the past 15 years had passed away. This loss knocked me off my feet for a few days. Death instills fear in me. Not fear of death itself but fear that I haven’t lived fully, or lived right, or lived truthfully. I know every inch of this fear and I realize my fear is identical to thousands of others. When life feels like it is taken to soon we look at our own and think, “If I were gone tomorrow am I OK with where my life is at?”
The city felt bone cold as I committed to my suffering for a few days. But then when I saw Sinterklaas arrive via boat to the neighborhood amongst hundreds of smiling families I felt something ease with in me. Where families – local and traveling, children or not – gave me that feeling of Christmas. That feeling of renewal.
As I lite my Christmas count down Candle each night I pay tribute to His lifetime of experiences. I remind myself that where a physical body ends and what is not a body begins is the essence of a person, which we never leave behind.
I raise one last toast to him and to planet earth during this Christmas season. That we all have a long peaceful stretch of balance wherever we are.