03/24/2022
I have an app (We Croak) on my phone/watch that prompts me about 5 times a day, āremember youāre going to dieāā¦itās my hope that it will prod me to live more intentionally, more bravely and more lovingly than I might otherwise. Love this writing by Parker Palmer and the beautiful poem by Marie Howe ā¤ļø
āDaily keep your death before your eyes.ā Thatās a recommended practice in many spiritual traditions. Some may find it morbid, but Iām not one of them. From age 20 onward, that daily reminder has enhanced my love of life, my gratitude for it, and my desire to live it well.
I canāt imagine living a life that depends on trying to ignore deathāespecially in an era framed by a pandemic, Putinās murderous attack on Ukraine, mass shootings and hate crimes here at home, and famine and forced migration abroad. I understand the temptation to look away, but to live in denial of death is not to live at all.
Nor can I imagine failing to ask, āWhat can we learn about living from those who are gone?ā Surely they will tell us to remember that the gift of life is ours for only a while, and encourage us to use it well, in service of more life.
Marie Howe has asked a very personal version of this question, and listened as her dead friends answer. āDo whatever leads to joy,ā they sayāand that includes doing the hard things that will help us feel whole.
Memo to Self: Listen to the living and listen to the dead. In politics, work to defeat those who are no respecters of death. Live in gratitude, live in service, and live to the end.
[The poem is from Marie Howe, āWhat the Living Do.ā At http://lindajging.com learn more about Linda J. Gingās art. My 10 books are at tiny.cc/qocmuz AND http://tiny.cc/5rcmuz.]