The following excerpt is from the book Being With Dying by Joan Halifax
Although one friend of mine was dying of ovarian cancer, she was still obsessed with her work as a graphic designer. Hooked up on an IV as well as to her computer, she was finding it very difficult to face the end of her life. One day, at the request of her daughter, a Tibetan doctor came to visit her. He instructed my friend to sit on a mountaintop and look into the sky as an antidote to her habitual fixation on her work and her fear of dying. Later in the week when she had regained a little strength, she asked to be taken to the ski basin high above Santa Fe. She and her daughter sat for an hour in near silence, as they watched the clouds moving across the late-afternoon Southwestern sky. At her mother’s memorial service, her daughter told us that this was the pivotal moment in their relationship. The intimacy that had opened up for them was born in that quiet afternoon in the Sangre de Cristo Mountains, and she felt it was that intimacy and spaciousness that had helped her mother die.
Whether we open to the sky or sea or simply sit in stillness and silence, when we move away from the familiar ground of ideas, mental chatter, and compulsive work that has seemed to support us, we can discover the space that is our true home, our original dwelling place.
Bring yourself to this place where you already are, your original dwelling place. A bigger view is available to you right now in the unfiltered experience of this very moment – an experience below the rippling of concepts and deeper than language. Just sit down and breathe. Take a moment to stabilize your mind allowing your natural wisdom to arise. I promise that you will see for yourself that nothing including your own individual identity, exists in the absolute sense in terms of an unchanging, permanent truth. With our view of reality wide and clear, we discover that inexpressibly vast horizon of not-knowing, shining in the dawn of silence and surrender.