I have often heard it said, "There are two things certain in this life; death and taxes." Yet I read daily how someone is thinking they can beat the odds and off they go to prison; thus proving the first part of the saying and the long list on the obituary page solidifies the second part. Friends come and friends go. We move, change jobs, buy a new car, change religions, lose money in Vegas, and on and on; thus proving the adage. There is nothing that moves this old heart more than a baby whether it be a human baby, a kitty, puppy, fluffy duck, or a baby fox that will grow up to eat my ducks! It is the circle of life and it never ceases to fill us with awe. We are filled with a driving need to survive and live life to the fullest. Time is so short here on earth.
And yet, when a life threatening situation arises, we grasp life with both hands and hang on for all we are worth. Our adrenal level kicks to high and we go into survival mode. If it is a dangerous situation we call it "fight or flight." We read about a complete stranger who wrests the child from the jaws of death, sacrificing himself for someone he does not know. Or the soldier who dies in a forgien land to protect or freedom.
But so much of what threatens our existence is buried inside where we can not see it in the form of cancer, AIDS, heart disease, or just plain old outliving our usefulness. At some point in time, on some level of our existence we will face death. I can only pray that when my moment of truth comes I am able to calmly accept and embrace my ride to a much better place. I had a good friend who flat lined in the hospital and was revived tell me this "I looked at the moniter when the nurses ran in. It was flat. I did not hear music and I did not see a bright light. What I did feel was the greatest calm I have ever experienced in my life. Then the medicine kicked in and my heart started again. When the time does come I will embrace death and the overwhelming calm with both hands!"
This is a beautiful poem written years ago by Emily Dickinson. She is one of my favorite poets and at this juncture of my life I feel this is most fitting. She summarizes the whole thing better then I ever could.
Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.
We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labour, and my leisure too,
For his civility.
We passed the school where children played,
Their lessons scarcely done;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.
We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.
Since then 'tis centuries; but each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.
Emily Dickinson
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.
We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labour, and my leisure too,
For his civility.
We passed the school where children played,
Their lessons scarcely done;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.
We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.
Since then 'tis centuries; but each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.
Emily Dickinson
