Suddenly, everything became so clear. There was no longer any choice. She knew what to do. She knew what life was telling her. She had always known. Yes, she was going to kill herself… but not in the way the mind had imagined. She was going to kill her old self, her limited self, her false self. That was the real suicide! That was the call of life! She was going to break up with a life that had become meaningless, empty, and most importantly not right for her and her loved ones – a life that had turned her into something she couldn’t bear – and set out into the unknown, with her beloved daughter, their hearts wide open to possibility. This was not a mental decision. This was not a conclusion based on fear. This was total relief. This was sinking into the deep truth of herself. This was a deep honouring of life. This was deep rest. refreshing view on suicide... if only we knew how to be this listener for each other. where did that knowledge run off to? can we find her again, dripping with curiosity and cavernous creativity, her the indulgent inventive re-maker of worlds?
Posted on: Wed, 13 Aug 2014 20:31:40 +0000
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