It wasn’t until my world turned upside down on that spring afternoon in 2009 when I realized the truth of what Einstein, and many others, having been saying all along, that “if we could see the miracle of a single flower clearly, our whole life would change”-Buddha, that if we live in a constant state of awe and astonishment of mother earth and of one another, our lives will inevitably be transformed. Since my brother’s passing I have learned that each and every day is indeed an opportunity to embrace gratitude, each day we can make the deliberate choice to grow from heartache, to love without fear, to forgive those who have caused pain, and to let go, and to know that letting go is not giving up, but instead it’s an expression of unconditional love and acceptance of another wild, free soul and allowing it to be just that—wild and free. Even almost 5 years later, some days are harder than others without my brother around, I’ve learned to accept that the holidays just will never be the same, and the despair and sorrow is still so very much at the surface that most days just about anything can crack it open. It’s really amazing what is just beneath the surface and how each of us is part of this collective ocean of soul, of emotion, of love. I understand this ocean to be the undercurrent of each interaction, each relationship, and each encounter on earth—like the complex root system of the aspen trees, connecting hundreds of trees and hundreds of acres, with one single organism. Beneath it all, we are each riding waves on this invisible ocean, some are just trying to learn to swim, others are being tumbled by the currents, and a few are surfing the waves with ease and joy; we are each a majestic aspen tree, standing alone, connected to one another just below the surface.
I think all this is on my mind today because of a recent tragic accident that happened in Santa Barbara—a young girl was walking home late at night with a few friends and was hit by a drunk driver who then fled the scene. She is now fighting for her life at the local hospital. I don’t know her personally, but I share quite a few mutual friends on Facebook, and have really felt the love and care she must have shared with her friends, because the love and care that has flooded my newsfeed these past few days can only be testament to a wonderful, beautiful, and courageous Being. I send her and her loved ones my love, trusting that it will reach her shore, that the outpouring of love from all of you will create waves of momentous impact.
A Poem by Ganga White
What if our religion was each other?
If our practice was our life?
If prayer was our words?
What if the Temple was the Earth?
If forests were our church?
If holy water—the rivers, lakes and oceans?
What if meditation was our relationships?
If the Teacher was life?
If wisdom was self-knowledge?
If love was the center of our being
©1998 Ganga White, Santa Barbara