We are taking a class based on Steven Levine’s book
One Year to Live
at Spirit Rock Meditation Center. Once a month we gather to think about and discuss our lives.
“How shall I live, knowing I will die?” asks Wayne Muller.
I mourn that we are such a “death denying” society. I had grandparents who died and I was only informed, never given the opportunity to participate in the ritual of last goodbyes.
My sister died in a one-car automobile accident when I was in high school and our family almost never spoke her name after that.
Here in San Francisco, a hospice volunteer/performer gathers people for a twice monthly open mike. YG2D or You’re Going To Die allows folks, mostly young, to process the deaths in their lives. Deep art is produced from this space.
So as I near my six month mark of the rest of my life, I find that I am energized beyond my wildest expectations. I have finished my book, am two thirds through my second, have an idea for my third. I am bravely going to share my work out loud and if there is no interest by publishers or agents, I will self-publish and keep moving on.
I am learning French five minutes a day with Duolingo in hopes that I will live long enough to exchange homes with someone in a French speaking part of the world.
I am learning to paint with acrylics, a bright and flexible medium.
And I am sitting, talking, and just being with people who know that they only have six months or less to live. What wonderful teachers.
And for my obituary, I am trying to get over the fact that I am a perpetual “emerging artist”, and am assembling a montage of my creations by year (if the various technologies developed during my lifetime will allow it.)
Thanks for accompanying me on this wild ride.