Friendship, connectedness and the meaning of life

“In Dzogchen, perceived reality is considered to be unreal.”
Wikipedia entry on Reality in Buddhism
Sorry I am not in the mood for chronology and orderliness. I found this image on my phone today and what shocked by the memory of when and why I took it. As I mentioned in a previous post my dad died on April 13th… exactly a month ago today. Knowing he was ill, but not realising how little time he had left Dom and I had been to see him (and enjoyed a 2 week holiday in England) and had just returned to Thailand when he passed away. We couldn’t both afford to return for the funeral so I went alone. Making the return trip to England only 4 days after being there under such dramatically different circumstances was one of the most surreal experiences I have ever had.
It went something like this.

From mum and dad’s house with Dom: bus to Hucknall tram station, tram to Nottingham, train to London St Pancras, underground to Heathrow, flight to Bangkok, flight to Chiang Mai, taxi to our house.
From our house alone: Taxi to Chiang Mai airport, flight to Bangkok, flight to London heathrow, underground to London St Pancras, train to Nottingham, tram to Hucknall, bus to mum’s house (notice the subtle difference).

The photograph above was taken during the journey stage indicated in bold.

Compare it to this image taken exactly 17 days earlier:





Ok so the angle is slightly different and there is a pane of glass between lens and the world in the first image but you get the idea, this is where only 17 days previously Dom and I had stood with Autumn and Warrick and posed for Jamie’s photograph. I was happy, very happy with Dom and friends. The sun was shining and my dad was alive.

And thus, even though neither picture is of him in a sense (to me at least) Dad isn’t ‘in’ the first image where as he most certainly is ‘in’ the second.

It is only one small step from understanding this to understanding, according to the teachings of Dzogchen he is equally in both. In fact the extent that he ‘is’ anything he is more than ‘in’ both – he IS both, as am I, and Dom, and Autumn, and Warrick and Jamie, behind the lens.

Our ultimate nature is all encompassing, “space that is aware”.

And that is what I saw (but until now didn’t understand) when I snapped the first photograph. Although I was alone, and hurting, and it was raining, and the grief for dad was so bad I could taste it – I turned my head, not even realising even where I was and saw the spot where 17 days earlier I had stood in happiness with friends and loved ones. And oddly enough I understood they were there still.

We had hung that brief moment on the spot for eternity, and I could see it.

And, as I am beginning to realise, so could dad.

7 Replies to “Friendship, connectedness and the meaning of life”

  1. I’m crying having read that. *hugs* he’s always going to be around, that’s my take on it anyway. And for those pictures to mean so much and be such a strong reminder is a really beautiful thought.

    I want to say more, but I just feel like the right words haven’t been invented yet.

    <3

  2. When I saw the first picture, and the title of this post, prior to you adding text and the second picture, I really wondered where you were going with this. I kept checking back and seeing only the one picture and the title, and I didn’t know what to say.

    I went to bed, tried to sleep, couldn’t, Jamie came home, I told him he should take a look at your “Disappointed” entry, and that’s when this brilliant post came up, and he read it aloud to me while I sat behind him on the sofa, his voice breaking with tears as my eyes filled with them.

    “We had hung that brief moment on the spot for eternity, and I could see it.”

    That moment will ever be etched in my heart for eternity, and I will carry these words in my heart, as the tears flow in sympathy and friendship and love, and the goosebumps appear in response to that amazing spiritual connectedness.

  3. That’s one of the most beautiful things, and deeply spiritual things, I’ve ever read. And I agree with it 100%. I wish I could help heal this pain, or take it away, but to do that would somehow take away from his memory. We grieve and hurt as much as we love, I think. I do know, though, that one day, you’ll wake up, and colors will be bright again, sounds will be sweeter, and you’ll be able to find that happiness again. It will never be the same, but you’ll find that happiness again. For someone who loves so deeply, and sees so much so well, how could you not?

  4. It does. Sometimes I can only write a little, sometimes a lot, but I always feel better afterward. It relieves some of the pressure I guess. 🙂

    Just do what you feel.

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