Everything is a reminder. Everything is a tool. I once read about a lady who has the word “aware” tattooed on her hand to remind her to be awake and conscious. But there is more to being aware than having your eyes open.  Just like there is a difference between hearing and listening.

What do you do to remind yourself that time is fleeting, life is short, and it is time to get down to business? I’ve heard of Thai Buddhists who will meditate alone for days beside a corpse. Sometimes you have to go inside yourself to find yourself.

Some people go a bit crazy when they realize they are going to die. Some get bossy. Some get grumpy.  If only they could have realized that death is the great equalizer.  Nobody escapes it.  Rich, poor, ugly, beautiful, kind, mean; we are all worm food.  Our last home will be the smallest efficiency apartment ever, and that is just the way it is.

There is practice in this.  Nothing really matters.  There is chaos in this. Every moment counts.  Be aware.  The alarm clock is going off.  Do you hit the snooze button and turn over?


About betsybeadhead

Hello, and Welcome. My name is Betsy, and I like beads and prayers. Fortunately those two things are more related than I ever realized. You are invited to “like” my Facebook page titled “Betsy Beadhead” and thus see what I’m talking about in my posts when I try to explain something using beads rather than words. This whole thing started because of that. Then I couldn't figure out how to post pictures so I just started writing. I string together words the same way I string together beads, and both serve the same purpose. I work at a library, surrounded by ideas brushing up against each other. I draw, paint, and collage. I study world religions. In all these experiences I like combining different things and making new things, and stretching my understanding of what “is” and what “has to be.” You are welcome to share my posts - just please give credit where credit is due. I'm anti-censorship but I'm also anti-plagiarism.
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