Family Drama....Fifty feet wide and a mile deep.

But I am here to suggest that if you are on this journey, that even that family bedrock of pain and meaning can be dismantled, can be transformed. Death is often the cue for many of us that we are now free to dump the meanings we have been carrying around like smelly old luggage; the meanings we give to our vulnerabilities, our wounds, and our suffering, in our relationships or elsewhere.  Bringing in awareness, love and compassionate disbelief along with  the growing amount of healing energy available to so many of us at this time, provides opportunity for dismantling the meaning making, and therefore the painful imprints, that our tribal bodies hold.  This awareness, this deep seeing, provides opportunity to liberate ourselves from painful attachments and meaning before death arrives.  The death of the other, the death of ourselves. While meaning provides poetic and artistic food for our sentimental fodder, and even a temporary tool of awareness, it is ultimately another density to be dissolved on our path towards liberation.

This is a very personal sharing of my journey with my biological father as I accompanied him on his passing out of this dimension.  I share with great humility, vulnerability and with the invitation to not look away.