The force be with you

The life force is such a mystery.  Beautiful trees, magnificent flowers, big strong men, vivacious strong women, elephants, whales...you name it and then think about it.  What animates these incredible things?

How can a tiny acorn hold a whole oak tree!  Where does that look come from in twinkling eyes?  A baby appears with a thousand tiny parts all activated and moving!

I have always been aware that life is tenuous, even as a very young child.  But it wasn't until my mother died that I realized how completely incomprehensible life and death are.  How could someone who gave me life, who had been there my whole entire life, not be there anymore?

How can someone be soft and alive and there and without moving be gone a moment later?  Where did they go?  How did they go?  What changed?

When I see whole trees ripped from the earth I am even more aware of how fragile life is.  On the other side of this is a stranger thought. I have a feeling that this part of us that seemingly disappears just moves like a crab changing shells.

Maybe going somewhere else, but more likely just becoming part of everything else, part of me and the earth and the wind, part of all creation and the creator.

All the beliefs aren't as far apart as people seem to believe.