Posted by: riverchilde | August 22, 2013

A foretaste of the feast

Last night in a dream, Alex asked me to read some of his books to him. I asked him if he wouldn’t rather play with his Bionicle Legos, but he said no, he wanted to sit and read with me. And so we sat together and read in a cocoon of togetherness.

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This morning, as I recall the dream experience, I wonder if this isn’t in some way a foretaste of the feast to come, where all the best of who we have been and what we have experienced and those we have loved mingle in a swirl of no-particular-age, no-untrustworthy-body, no-time-and-all-time, pure engagement at the deepest levels of our beings.

When I turned 50, I decided that from henceforth, I shall be ageless. Every day, every moment, I will choose what age I feel like being/acting. (My daughter finds it amusing that I often choose to be FIVE!)

It’s been very freeing to let go of age markers, and I anticipate the freedom that might come with releasing the perishable body.* In the meantime, I plan to immerse myself in the joys that come from living in this perishable body, reveling in every gift of sight, sound, taste, smell and touch I encounter, collecting them like a hoarder of experiences, stacking them up inside me until they overflow the contours of my skin.

*1 Corinthians 15

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