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The death and life, where you meet?

My reflection begins with the sudden death of a young boy who brings me to an article by Charles Crocella, Where, O death, is your victory? , appeared Travel Notes 6 / 2003.

Death is our greatest fear, perhaps the archetype of fear. However, we are rarely willing to admit it. I, for one, say do not fear death, how much suffering, or: I admit to being afraid to die until you have done all that I feel I should do, I will not die until I realized this or that dream, and so

on ... All this to recognize that as a human being I have trouble (terror) to detach myself from my passions, emotions, achievements and so on.

Then, in my teaching "Christian," I have always felt say, when someone dies: "The poor ... he's gone, left us!" Why

poor, or if it has reached a milestone, indeed, a shining point of departure?

How can we say to a poor boy who has finished his task before the others in class, or his exams? Who ends soon his work is poor?

in my life I've had the good fortune to be close to meditation and the ability to understand - only superficially - I'm not completely my body are not entirely my thoughts, my passions are not completely and falling in love, but I have in me a red thread that guides their lives to afford, if we, steps of awareness, which to my way of being inevitably passes through suffering.

If I were more "simple hearts", pay more attention to everyday actions that go unnoticed, for example, the work of the person preparing the good food to feed his family, or who do not have one without thinking of the effort that does this work, loved to work outside the home. I could go on to list even thousands of invisible things that occur every time, but which have been deleted in conscience, to give space to the creation of something outside of us: money, prestige, success.

Today, the day of the "palm" day of triumph, the peace, but at the same time beginning the week of passion, I felt the need to find in the garden so much that I wanted and I worked for in recent weeks. I contemplated the beauty, without feeling the properties of plants and earth, and I had the perception that thread of light energy and life that expresses itself in everything. I did not hear the beauty of having made a garden, but the beauty of nature.

The sun's energy that awakens the dormant energy of the earth that pushes plants to grow and unfold, the vital energy which can outline the buds in their specific color, shape and scent, the energy that being alive is useful, even in the healing of body and spirit.
Before all this manifests in the garden, everything was dead, and each plant was afraid of dying when the ax or the crescent has been detached from their point of connection to the earth.

Fear is an integral part of every living thing is a reality that should never be overlooked or avoided, even by coming to terms with the fear you can find a new opportunity to meet with their lives.

I think everyone has felt at the loss of loved ones, moments of despair or desperation and moments of deep peace, which in my experience, are always part of that thread that connects us at birth and for eternity to life.

Concetta Brachino
Newspaper Association
in April 2009, page 4