People come and go.
'Energies', some call them - and they are right, for we are only an energy boxed up in the form of a human body.
While we are here it seems we have a sense of permanence about us. We seem solid. We seem real. All neatly packaged we are able to experience ourselves and other neat packages - we can knock up against them like bumper cars at a fairground and feel our boundaries firmly in place. We have relationships with others, we fall out and make up. We make choices as to when we see them, and when we don't. We think we are separate, one from another, and mostly feel comfortable with that. We think we operate fundamentally alone, and that everyone else does too.
In times of grief the envelopes fall open, and all our pieces fall out. We no longer feel safe. We no longer feel the comfort of the tidy package we once were. Our boundaries that were held in place by the familiar energies of those around us have changed. They have moved on. Our world, as we knew it, has altered beyond our understanding. Now we feel our separation as a loss of connection from our source. Now we are drifting in confusion. Now our neat and tidy package is split open, and our energy floods out randomly.. We lose ourselves to our sadness.
As time passes, we become accustomed to our new environment. We re-form, in a way, and create a new sense of self within the energies we now find ourselves. We begin to settle. We are always going to be different because the energies that support us now are different. But life - energy - in the package, continues.
If we believe, as I do, that energy is all we are, it somehow gives a greater understanding to our relationships. It gives us a glimpse of the bigger picture. In our limited understanding, energy cannot be created and it cannot be destroyed - it is always there. But the nature of energy is that it always wants to move and so even though it never ceases to be, it constantly changes into new forms and expressions. Our lives are simply expressions of a particular energy at a particular moment in this particular space/time/reality.
So when a familiar energy departs where does it go? Why can't we keep it close, our boundaries in place, and continue to feel comfortable? If it is still in its package, we can follow it in ours and try to grab it back, but like repelling magnets that is never going to work, and never going with the flow.
If the energy no longer wishes to sustain the package, then it simply drops it and vanishes from our limited senses. But it is still there, somewhere, somehow.
Change and death on this Planet are inevitable. As someone famously said "No one gets out of this alive!" And it is true... in a sense.
Paradoxically, in my world, I believe 'getting out of it alive' is exactly what we do - we just don't take the baggage with us.