I gathered up a site
that I'd posted on the Net last year, and am putting it here
in this journal for safekeeping:
with Morrie, Oprah Winfrey, Andy and me
So this is not really an
entry, per se, but as you will see, this link is packed with
My father's dying and
death was a powerfully transformative experience for me, and I
emerged from the crucible of his passing a different person with
clarified priorities and a stronger sense of purpose.
Three years later, I see
how I am my father's daughter. He lived passionately and
heartily embraced life.
"It is as natural
to die as it is to be born;
and to a little infant,
perhaps, the one is as painful as the other."
~ Francis Bacon
psychologically as important as birth...Shrinking away from it is
something unhealthy and abnormal which robs the second half of life
of its purpose."
~ Carl Gustav Jung
quoted in Time, obituary, June 16, 1961
"The wise man
looks at death with honesty, dignity and calm, recognizing that the
tragedy it brings is inherent in the great gift of life."
~ Corliss Lamont
Journal of Philosophy, January, 1965
Peace, peace! he is
not dead, he doth not sleep!
He hath awaken from the dream of life!
~ Percy Bysshe Shelley
Be of good cheer and
that you are burying my body only.
~ Socrates, to his followers at his execution
Come lovely and
Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving,
In the day, in the night, to all, to each,
Sooner or later, delicate death.
~ Walt Whitman
"When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd"
Fear not, for I
have redeemed you;
I have called you by your name, you are mine.
When you pass through the waters I will be with you;
And through the rivers, they will not overwhelm you;
When you walk through fire, you shall not be burned,
And the flame shall not consume you.
You are precious in my eyes, and honored.
And I love you.
~ Isaiah 43:1-2
We must travel across
lonely and rugged terrain, through isolation and silence, to reach
the magic zone where we can dance an awkward dance and sing a
"Life is a Gift."
P.S. If you would
like to share a portion of yourself with words, in response to
this journal entry, you may do it here.
only gift is a portion of thyself..."
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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