A reply to Erika’s post at What if…I only had one day left!
I began to write a reply Erika but spirit ‘touched’ my heart to see something that this moment ‘What if…I only had one day left’ would bring…….
Slowly I touched those many things that I thought mattered. Slowly I released each one as they were accepted as what I had achieved, arrived at or were even created.
But at the end, after touching these things, only one thing remained. An acceptance of myself. Yes, I wanted to live…especially after truly realising what ‘life’ really was and could now appreciate it all the more because of that. But I have no control of when or even how I leave this world except by living it consciously with the love I have discovered in living this life.
So what is left…just me. And it is an unusual thing to not ‘attach’ to something in this world as we usually do. And it is then that I feel a very profound moment…I have always been a part of ‘everything’. This sudden ‘let go’ of ‘here’ is that moment of change, that creating a vacuum to allow something else to come forth. Become something that cannot be achieved ‘as is’, but be created from it.
A new journey, a new way of being, a part of something that has been created in each journey we make. Something evolving…that love, like any love, becoming more beautiful and profound each experiencing and understanding of it within that we feel regardless of that ‘moment’ that touches it. And becoming a part of it again and again, each time more refined.
So…is this that step…into that vacuum. In fact I think it calls me as love always does. It is only this way of being, that holding on to ‘life’ that holds me here…do I dare to ‘let go’…for that is what love is…unconditional. My holding on is in fact a condition. Dare I?
I have touched that moment when I felt there was nothing left, fighting for breath when I couldn’t breathe, realising that there was nothing left but that will to live, fight for ‘life’…and it is a very profound moment. I have a few times now come to this moment where breathing becomes harder and harder and I call an ambulance, each time a little harder as any medicine used seems to struggle a little more.
Emphysema has no master.
But I do…life, and the love that creates it! ❤️ 🙏🏽 🦋