A loved one has lost his way. He can’t be found, he may have passed. His life was very hard and full of suffering . There is no final answer. I join the millions who don’t know what has happened.
The process, the work of becoming alive, asks for much letting go and for much learning to stay.
In Buddhism, a Bhodisattva (one who vows to achieve enlightment for the benefit of others, through all lifetimes), trains in both letting go of many things so as to be available to life and learning to stay.
Learning to stay means learning to not run away from difficult situations, to not numb out in our life. It begins with compassion for ourselves, to beginning to see how our life actually works, all the crazy little ways we operate to not be present to our actual life
and then slowly extends to others. It is a life of always learning and never giving up, never giving up.
It happens over unending lifetimes.
Today the wind is howling and I feel the twinges of concerns for others. I accept these thoughts. I sent prayers to others. I let the thoughts rise and fall and drift away. Here in my oceanside cabin on, fierce winds buffet the shore, the branches of the old tall pines crack and fall to the ground.
In a very simple way, I can see when worries and concerns buffet my mind. Just notice that. To take care of my mind, I can simply let the worries and concerns rise and fall away. Practice just that. That is one aspect of the work, of practice.