Swami Satchidananda used to say that we appreciate the white chalk because there is a blackboard behind it.
Because we have suffered, we know joy. Because we have experienced loss, we are called to love fiercely.
Five years ago today I lost the person who knew my heart best. I got the call that my mother had died and instantly my whole life changed. I didn’t know who I would be without her, and yet somehow this great sorrow planted seeds of compassion within me. It gave me understanding that no other experience could have.
A yogic text offers up a meditation technique to meditate on the space contained within a pot. To focus on it. And then to destroy the pot. Is the space still not there? It’s container has changed, but the space has remained the same. Unchanged.
A body died. The covering over a beautiful soul who taught me how to love, and make art, and be devoted. And now I must consider that soul without the confines of a body. Every day I try and engage with that quality of her. The stuff that made my Mom my Mom… I connect with beauty and a love and light and music, because that’s how we live on long after we are gone. Heaven is in the way we are remembered.
When great Indian Saints die it’s said they achieve “Mahasamadhi”. Maha means great, and samadhi is the highest level of absorption into bliss. I’ve started to think that there are no endings.
We are born of Love, grow from Love, live through Love, and ultimately in the end we are absorbed back into that Love. We move back into the greatest bliss there is. “All that lives, lives forever. Only the shell, the perishable, passes away. The soul is without end. Eternal. Deathless.”
-The Bhagavad Gita