Reclining comfortably, cradled between the arms of supple yet worn brown leather, the old woman surrendered to the call of her body, slowly closing her eyes, long lashes fluttering in momentary indecision.
Mid-afternoon sunlight, filtered by the occasional late summer cumulus, cast playful shadows about the small room, the room she’d always referred to as her “library”, the one room in her comfortable cottage she felt most at home.
Half the library was lined with overstuffed bookshelves, reaching floor to ceiling, their rich darkness complimenting the butter creme walls; she was looking forward to a relaxing afternoon of reading until she realized just how tired she felt.
It was as if magical raindrops cleansed and crystallized her memory followed by a gentle peace that swept over and through her like a warm and gentle breeze.
Drifting toward unconsciousness, she felt as if her body lay “floating”, suspended on a pillow of dense air.
Supported by an unidentifiable force, she relaxed and began to dream until she relinquished herself to the dream…the last milestone.
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It evokes that delicious time of giving in to a nap. But…
Beautifully told, even if she does not wake up.
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Yeah, there’s that “But…”
Thanks, D. She was OK taking that nap.
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Since we all have to relinquish ourselves, may it be with this kind of peace.
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We can hope the “transition” this peaceful.
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When I reach that milestone I want the book
I’m reading to slip quietly to the floor. This was great!!
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Very nice imagery….wished I’d thought of that 🙂
Thanks, Paul!
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Such wonderful description!
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Thank you, Lisa!
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Beautifully told.
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Thank you, Chris.
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May we all reach that milestone so contentedly. This is really lovely.
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If it could always be so.
Thank you, DeborahLee 🙂
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So there remains the question, ‘If you die in your sleep, do you wake up dead?’
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I’ll answer that by saying… you wake up “transitioned”. But that’s conjecture on my part because I’ve never died in my sleep.
What do you think?
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Your SSS bestowed a beautiful painting of words. Whether passing from wakefulness to sleep or from mortality to immortaility, oh, if only it could be that easy for everyone.
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Thank you, Pat. Really. I too wish it was that easy for everyone.
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Ohhh you picked some tough subject matter, and pulled it off flawlessly! Excellent Six!
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Welcome back 😀 Hope you had a wonderful vacation.
Thank you, Violet. The subject matter “picked” me! I seem to gravitate towards the “moving on” from the world lately, lol
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Beautiful story. I felt like I was the one succumbing to sleep.
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Thank you, Marti.
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What a peaceful way to go.
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I totally agree.
It’s a dream, but it would be wonderful if all of us, when it’s our time, could leave while doing something we love.
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Denise, you know I have a big spot reserved for Alan Watts.
I used to have the recording of these words at the top of my blog.(The Real You)
“When you’re ready to wake up, you’re going to wake up, and if you’re not ready you’re going to stay pretending that you’re just a ‘poor little me.’
And since you’re all here and engaged in this sort of inquiry and listening to this sort of lecture, I assume you’re all in the process of waking up. Or else you’re teasing yourselves with some kind of flirtation with waking up which you’re not serious about. But I assume that maybe you are not serious, but sincere – that you are ready to wake up.
So then, when you’re in the way of waking up, and finding out who you really are, what you do is what the whole universe is doing at the place you call here and now. You are something that the whole universe is doing in the same way that a wave is something that the whole ocean is doing… The real you is not a puppet which life pushes around; the real, deep down you is the whole universe.
So then, when you die, you’re not going to have to put up with everlasting non-existence, because that’s not an experience. A lot of people are afraid that when they die, they’re going to be locked up in a dark room forever, and sort of undergo that. But one of the interesting things in the world is–-this is a yoga, this is a realization–-try and imagine what it will be like to go to sleep and never wake up. Think about that. Children think about it.
It’s one of the great wonders of life. What will it be like to go to sleep and never wake up? And if you think long enough about that, something will happen to you. You will find out, among other things, it will pose the next question to you. What was it like to wake up after having never gone to sleep? That was when you were born.
You see, you can’t have an experience of nothing; nature abhors a vacuum. So after you’re dead, the only thing that can happen is the same experience, or the same sort of experience as when you were born. In other words, we all know very well that after other people die, other people are born.
And they’re all you, only you can only experience it one at a time. Everybody is I, you all know you’re you, and wheresoever beings exist throughout all galaxies, it doesn’t make any difference. You are all of them. And when they come into being, that’s you coming into being.”
🤗❤🌻
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Indeed I do, Nick 😊 When I first started visiting your blog, I listened to it.
Seems like forever ago doesn’t it? And yet not.
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Yes, like forever ago…yet not.
Words that echo further than we can realize.
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