Back in my beautiful country, enjoying my family and the amazing beaches and sun in our best season, i reflect on life today.
Life is so short. Today we were having a very calm morning with the children in the ocean. Turquoise and warm waters, macaws flying all over us and a wonderfully sunny february day in the tropics. Suddenly, Alejandro spotted someone on the rocks. The figure was not moving and someone else was waving a hand. He run to help and all of a sudden, many people surrounded them. A man was there, on the rocks: he was dying.
People running, no doctors around. No hospital, no ambulance. Just a few doctors who gathered around him to try to bring him back. Too late. The feeling of death came all over us.
The children stopped playing and started asking questions.
"What happens when he dies?
Where is he going?
Where is his family?"
Is he in pain?"
These innocent questions took all of my previous years in my spiritual quest.
"He is not dying, his body is. His soul will never die. Our souls are eternal. He is ok, his body was just tired."
Their little eyes were asking me something i don´t really know- the reality and proximity of death, but i could share with them the feeling that this very day is precious, that us being together is a blessing and miracle and that love goes beyond death and any idea of separation.
" Mommy, i want to see you in my next life- Theo says with his usual tenderness.
" I don´t want to be reborn as a girl- Gael frowns.
" Let´s go swim!- Matías is completely in his trip, not aware of his surroundings.
It takes more than an hour for the ambulance and paramedics to arrive. Even if he had a chance, it would have been too late. He is gone. He was from California, a professional diver, what a contradiction. But he died in his beloved ocean and a beautiful country. Mine. I can´t help but feel responsible and sad for this soul who came to die right here with us and remind us all that time is short.
No time to waste.
We go back home and the usual routine takes place: children, bath, cries, lunch, potty, laughter. And now we are together in this room, sunbathed and i feel so happy to be here. So grateful to hear them playing, their voices sound like the most incredible melody to me. Alejandro lies down after an intense morning: he helped carry the body and saw everything from a very short distance.
"Something more should had been done- he says disappointed and angry.
This is not right".
And i wonder if this is so. Or maybe, it is perfectly ok. This soul flew back to God this morning and we got to witness it all. For a moment we were all part of this open paradox of life-death, fear-love, darkness and light. This life that can´t be lived unless we embrace the end every day.
Am i living today as i would live my last day?
Yes. I feel truly alive. And cherish each and every second of this miracle called life.
Unconditionally.
Life is so short. Today we were having a very calm morning with the children in the ocean. Turquoise and warm waters, macaws flying all over us and a wonderfully sunny february day in the tropics. Suddenly, Alejandro spotted someone on the rocks. The figure was not moving and someone else was waving a hand. He run to help and all of a sudden, many people surrounded them. A man was there, on the rocks: he was dying.
People running, no doctors around. No hospital, no ambulance. Just a few doctors who gathered around him to try to bring him back. Too late. The feeling of death came all over us.
The children stopped playing and started asking questions.
"What happens when he dies?
Where is he going?
Where is his family?"
Is he in pain?"
These innocent questions took all of my previous years in my spiritual quest.
"He is not dying, his body is. His soul will never die. Our souls are eternal. He is ok, his body was just tired."
Their little eyes were asking me something i don´t really know- the reality and proximity of death, but i could share with them the feeling that this very day is precious, that us being together is a blessing and miracle and that love goes beyond death and any idea of separation.
" Mommy, i want to see you in my next life- Theo says with his usual tenderness.
" I don´t want to be reborn as a girl- Gael frowns.
" Let´s go swim!- Matías is completely in his trip, not aware of his surroundings.
It takes more than an hour for the ambulance and paramedics to arrive. Even if he had a chance, it would have been too late. He is gone. He was from California, a professional diver, what a contradiction. But he died in his beloved ocean and a beautiful country. Mine. I can´t help but feel responsible and sad for this soul who came to die right here with us and remind us all that time is short.
No time to waste.
We go back home and the usual routine takes place: children, bath, cries, lunch, potty, laughter. And now we are together in this room, sunbathed and i feel so happy to be here. So grateful to hear them playing, their voices sound like the most incredible melody to me. Alejandro lies down after an intense morning: he helped carry the body and saw everything from a very short distance.
"Something more should had been done- he says disappointed and angry.
This is not right".
And i wonder if this is so. Or maybe, it is perfectly ok. This soul flew back to God this morning and we got to witness it all. For a moment we were all part of this open paradox of life-death, fear-love, darkness and light. This life that can´t be lived unless we embrace the end every day.
Am i living today as i would live my last day?
Yes. I feel truly alive. And cherish each and every second of this miracle called life.
Unconditionally.
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