11/20/2019
Cosmic Coyote 🌌🐕✨
I’ve written an obituary for my(future)self every year for the past four years. I was reminded today that not everybody is doing that.
We humans go to a lot of effort to avoid thinking about death, but I’m the type to stare directly at the things that I’m most afraid of and that hurt the most. I suppose this is why I’m so drawn to both Buddhism and Stoicism.
It’s about accepting life on its own terms. About paying Real Close Attention. About curiosity and detachment. About impermanence. About saying “yes, I am willing” to even those parts of reality we most want to look away from.
Anyway, this space coyote seems to me some kind of spirit guide and he’s here to deliver today’s dose of memento mori 💀
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“As every flower fades and as all youth
Departs, so life at every stage,
So every virtue, so our grasp of truth,
Blooms in its day and may not last forever.
Since life may summon us at every age
Be ready, heart, for parting, new endeavor,
Be ready bravely and without remorse
To find new light that old ties cannot give.
In all beginnings dwells a magic force
For guarding us and helping us to live.
Serenely let us move to distant places
And let no sentiments of home detain us.
The Cosmic Spirit seeks not to restrain us
But lifts us stage by stage to wider spaces.
If we accept a home of our own making,
Familiar habit makes for indolence.
We must prepare for parting and leave-taking
Or else remain the slave of permanence.
Even the hour of our death may send
Us speeding on to fresh and newer spaces,
And life may summon us to newer races.
So be it, heart: bid farewell without end.”
Stages by Herman Hesse @ Richmond, Virginia