Re: Sharing with you...37 days to live

[Guest guest]

Thank you for sharing. Life is such precious gift. Thus the famous Native

American saying " It is a good day to Die " - which has been greatly misunderstood

by the dominating culture.

When we live in harmony with life,

the natural world, in respect and truth, with honor, wisdom and understanding of

how life flows through so many diverse forms, how precious and sacred each

creation is

in saying " it is a good day to die " recognizes the

extremely obvious and pricelessness of our being -

each day, each moment - a

good

a very, very good

day

to

LIVE!

Sending big joyous life celebrating hugs to and all our family living

here and now,

Mitakuye Oyasin,

Peaceable White Buffalo

>

> I posted this over on our Eden project group and wanted to share it with

> you also.

>

> I have gone blog reading crazy as of late and chanced upon a blog not

> too long ago that has made a very big impression on me. I think as soon

> as I can stop crying, things in me and around me, may drastically

> change.

>

> 37 Days.

>

> The author of this blog asks " What would you be doing if you knew

> you had only 37 days to live " ? When I saw watching a

> " Live Like You Were Dying " for horse lovers video this morning,

> I instantly thought of the 37 Days blog and knew I wanted to write

> something, anything, cause I am full of thoughts and words I need to get

> out.

>

> Let me repost here the author of 37 Days article on " Why 37

> Days? "

>

> *******

> Why 37 days?

>

> In October of 2003, my stepfather was diagnosed with lung cancer. He

> died 37 days later.

>

> During that 37 days, I helped my mother care for him at home, since he

> wanted to die there. Never having been around someone dying before,I

> didn't know what to do. When my father died, I was just 19 and

> sitting in the intensive care waiting room. No one asked if I wanted to

> be with him; they just asked if I wanted to see him dead after it was

> all over. It was the beginning of a long realization of how intensively

> we avoid death, at least in this culture.

>

> But, back to 2003. It was at once profound and awkward, as if I were

> visiting in a place I ought not to be, hearing things I ought not ever

> hear, and dispensing morphine as if I knew how. He very soon lost the

> ability to speak, which made it both easier and harder. I was scared and

> anxious all the time, not knowing what was coming next. There was no

> manual that I could find, no prescription for what he was feeling and

> doing, how his insides were eating him up. I couldn't tell, and very

> soon into it, he couldn't tell me either.

>

> Everything I could possibly think to talk to him about was so petty as

> to be painful. Would he like to watch a movie, I would pantomime?What?

> And have Hugh Grant be the last thing he might see on earth? The

> newspaper failed, the ads for supermarket bargains not relevant - but

> what was?

>

> At night, I could hear the oxygen machine making its move in and out as

> I waited for it to stop. And, finally, it did, after his feet started

> turning blue and we watched the blueness march all the way up the 6-feet

> and 4-inches of him.

>

> The time frame of 37 days made an impression on me. We act as if we

> have all the time in the world - that's not a new understanding. But

> the definite-ness of 37 days struck me. So short a time, as if all the

> regrets of a life would barely have time to register before time was up.

>

> And so, as always when awful things happen, I tried to figure out how to

> reconcile in my mind the fact that it was happening and the fact that

> the only thing I could do was try to make some good out of it.What

> emerged was a renewed commitment to ask myself this question every

> morning: `what would I be doing today if I only had 37 days to

> live?'

>

> It's a hard question some days.

>

> But here's how I answered it: Write like hell, leave as much of

> myself behind for my two daughters as I could, let them know me and see

> me as a real person, not just a mother, leave with them for safe-keeping

> my thoughts and memories, fears and dreams, the histories of what I am

> and who my people are. Leave behind my thoughts about living the life,

> that " one wild and precious life " that poet Oliver speaks

> of. That's what I'd do with my 37 days. So, I'm beginning

> here.

>

> *******

>

> Wow! My question to you is: HOW do we live like we only have 37 days

> to live? HOW do we live like we are dying?

>

> Living in the moment maybe? Yes, there are still bills to pay and noses

> to wipe and lawns to mow and back yards to clean up. Yes, there are

> still dirty dishes in the sink and dust on the bookcases and piles of

> paper everywhere to sort through. I still have to get up Monday morning

> and go to work when I'd much rather be rocking in the living room

> crocheting with my family sitting around me. I'd much rather be

> cooking up something that my daughter and husband love to eat. I'd

> much rather see the smiles on their faces than sit in my office and bust

> my butt for a paycheck. So how do I live this day to day mundane life

> yet find the juiciness of every moment?

>

> I remember the night my mother died. I had NO IDEA she was going to die

> that night. The doctor had said she could go home but would be bed

> ridden for the rest of her life. I know she would have hated that kind

> of life, but having her home in bed was better than not having her at

> all. I think she just went on because she was just too tired to fight

> anymore. Not that I blame her, but she's been gone over 20 years

> and it still seems like yesterday.

>

> Do you know what my greatest regret in life is? I never took my mother

> out to lunch. I realized this one day while out eating at a restaurant

> alone and all of a sudden it seemed like sitting at every table was an

> older woman and a younger woman. A mother and a daughter. I got a big

> knot in my throat and couldn't even eat anymore. I had NEVER taken

> my mother to lunch. Such a simple thing but something we never shared

> and I will never have the chance to share that experience with her. I

> take people out to eat all the time now when I have an extra dollar or

> two, its just something I like to do. But I never did it and never can

> do it with the woman who was the most important woman EVER in my life

> and the person who had the most influence on me.

>

> Maybe this is an example of living like you are dying or only have 37

> days to live. What have I never done that I will regret not doing if I

> died in 37 days? It doesn't have to be big stuff like skydiving,

> rocky mountain climbing, stuff like that. It's the little stuff

> that makes up our days that makes up our lives. True?

>

> Yesterday on the way to work I was listening to the Rick and Bubba Radio

> Show on Y102. I only caught part of it and didn't catch the

> man's name but he was talking about " the small stuff " .

> It's the small stuff we should pay attention to cause it's the

> small stuff that all adds up to become the big stuff!

>

> Oh yeah, the name of the author of 37 Days is Patti Digh and here's

> a link to her blog:

>

> http://37days.typepad.com/37days/

>

> I'm going on over to amazon.com to buy her book now.

>

> Email me if you live close by…and I'll take you to lunch.

>

> Much love to you all,

>

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