I used to believe that I would persist after
death as an individual, recognizable soul. Now I doubt it. I think I'll persist instead as what the Buddhist monk Thich Nhat Hanh calls
the continuation body --my impact on all those I’ve touched in ways big
and small.
It comforts me to believe I will persist in the memories of my son, perhaps speak to him in dreams. That he will carry me inside him, a constant reminder that he is precious, he is loved.
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