A number of years ago I went through a phase where I was craving an NDE (near-death experience). I did not want to leave my body permanently, but there was a desire to have more understanding about life and death, and I thought the best way to gain more understanding would be to actually have the experience of dying. I had read about near-death experiences and noticed that those who came back had a refreshed outlook on life, felt more spiritually awakened, lived life with more awareness, had a greater sense of purpose, and no longer feared death.
I live in a house on the corner of two moderately busy streets. The daytime soundscape includes whirring of buses along cables, car tires cutting through the rain, and the occasional clamor of pedestrians on the sidewalk. The noises of the day go mostly unnoticed, standing as a backdrop for the activity of the day to play upon. But, at night this part of the city is calm and any sudden sound invades the silence of the night.
I was woken in the night by an unexpected siren resounding through the street. Slightly disoriented, I remembered the days when I used to live one street off the main route to Vancouver General Hospital. Sirens blared day and night and were usually disregarded unless they caught me in a more lucid state of mind. If it was one of the rare moments when I took notice, I’d send a prayer or just a thought of love out as the sound waved in. Last night though, in my startled state, I was just left wondering whose lives had possibly just changed forever. [Read more…]
All my travels over the last day were delayed; each airport another challenge. I’ve managed to get “randomly” selected for three different security checks, the weather in July has been too poor for airplanes to land, and one plane had to idle on the runway for 30 minutes because of too much fuel….I didn’t know that was a thing. The day has been filled with more waiting than I anticipated and the resulting boredom has provided me with much time to think; time, that until this point, I haven’t really taken or even wanted to take. I had my moments, but they were just moments. [Read more…]
Saturday was an almost perfect day. I woke gently, next to a warm, cuddly body before I took off with a dear old friend and a lovely new friend for a hike up Mount Gardner on Bowen Island. Sunshine, physical activity, laughs along the trail, amazing views, and shirtless studs at the top of the mountain; it was all too wonderful! [Read more…]