Shedding a Tear

I was going to write about shedding a few tears at the gym yesterday. No, it wasn't from working out too hard, it was from something I caught on television. It was the discovery of a young female college student's body. The pictures they flashed, showed her cheek to cheek with her friend, a huge smile on her face. Maybe it was a graduation or a birthday. Maybe it was the first day in her new apartment. The picture could have been one of my girls, especially the younger one who always poses with her cheek touching her friend's cheek. Same big smile. Same future that is wide open. Same possibilities that anything can happen. But I won't write about this young woman because it is too sad.

Or is it? Could it be that physical death takes us to a whole new world of possibilities? Could that be the time that we shed the low densities of physicality and again become what we really are? Who we are, are pieces of God with every bit the same powers of creation, and potential for love and happiness. What if we're just seeing this whole existence through a dark bottle? What if we could peel off the layers upon layers of negativity, "I can'ts," "what ifs," and "if onlys" like an onion?

Could physical death be the most freeing experience we will ever know? Maybe like taking off three sweaters, two coats, 4 pairs of socks, a pair of boots, and running into a wonderfully warm, but refreshing shower. From stuck in the goop to flying in the breeze.

I don't know, but I still shed a tear.