It’s the day of the dead and I’ve been dying far less often than I should. Lately I’ve noticed a tremendous amount of self-contraction, too much ego flaring up. I’ve not been dying to that separate self and it’s so acute in my awareness that I’m shocked by it. I had been in an expansive period for weeks before this, but I’ve been clinging to the small, unreal self that cages. Frustration burning off at co-workers and general discontent over trivial things has shaken me up, which may be good overall.
Today I begin my two weeks of vacation and it feels as though potential is about to explode. It’s a refreshing state to be in, to be filled with determination, hope and a good bit of renewed death.
Last night I talked with my dear friend Ashley for the first time in a while. We’ve had quite dizzying lives in the time we’ve known each other. Early on we were lovers and since have been witnessing so much upheaval, for better and worse. Above all else, it’s still a joy to hear her voice and share what we can. Through these years, it’s been a blessing to know someone who shines even amid the worst of shadows.
Remember death. Know that the false, small self is ephemeral and a distraction from divinity. Our Self is timeless, limitlessly free and ever-present radiance. And with this knowledge, live for the Good, the Beautiful and the True.