The only life that I allowed into my day of death was the act of creating our Dia de los Muertos altar in another room of the house. This is something I've done for years and look forward to each year. I debated putting my own picture on it this year, but in the end decided not to. What a powerful experience it was to be walking in shadow and creating an altar to honor those who have crossed before me... It was as though just for that day, the veil had lifted and the light and the shadow had somehow reversed themselves, leaving me in the shadows and all of our beloved dead in the light...
I've learned through this and previous death experiences that every moment in life counts. It doesn't matter what's happening in that moment; it only matters that it is a moment... a moment of life, of living, and of loving. The other thing I've learned is that it really is up to me how each moment feels. Into each moment, I can offer a vibration that opens and lightens or I can offer a vibration that closes and darkens... Hell, I figure if I have a choice, I'll go for the open, light vibe whenever possible!
This year promises to be an interesting one, as every time I tell people what I've been doing that led to my death, I hear myself say "For the last year - since November of 2009 - I've been a part of A Year To Love group..." instead of "a year to live" group. Yet, isn't that what it's all about in the end: not just living, but loving...? And so my Adventures Of A Year To Live have come to an end and died right along with me. Yet just as all death is a transformation and I have been reborn, this adventure too, has transformed and is reborn. Welcome to: Adventures Of A Year To Love...
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