Almost six months since this blog found its feet, only to trot off into the wings of my life. Other stories crowded in and had their time on-stage: the summer came and went in a slick of sweat, the website associated with this blog - was begun and grew into a creative project so much larger than I imagined that I hardly recognize it (www.theawakenedeye.com), and the whole scenario revolved around the urgent needs of my two very precious and ancient parents. One of whom has just passed away.

I’ve never before had the experience of being so close with a life as it leaves. To hold that small sparrow who was my once-intimidating-fearsome-father as his breathing faded to those last tiny gasps … To wonder at the way his mouth became shaped like that of a newborn babe … To be still and silent and without wish for any other version of reality except the drenching beauty of the moment … To feel my heart so empty, so beyond emotion, that only Love was there. Love was my Father, and I, his daughter, was Love. The nurses were Love, there was ONLY Love.

J Krishnamurti spoke about how, in the state of creation ”there is no action of the ‘me’ at all.” And he asked: “ Is it possible for the mind to be in that state? … because that is the door to love; all other doors are activities of the self.”  (The First and Last Freedom)

I found the doorway to Love in the last place I expected it to be. At my Dad’s deathbed. It is a blessing and a wonder that has taken over the centre-stage, side-stage and wings of my life. But nevertheless, I hope you’ll enjoy the website …