{"id":688,"date":"2025-04-19T20:43:17","date_gmt":"2025-04-19T20:43:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.daphnemutter.com\/?p=688"},"modified":"2025-04-19T20:43:17","modified_gmt":"2025-04-19T20:43:17","slug":"this-would-be-the-perfect-day-to-die","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.daphnemutter.com\/?p=688","title":{"rendered":"This would be the perfect day to die"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\"><br><em>(Though I hope to have many more just like it.)<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">It\u2019s something I never thought I\u2019d say. A few years ago, when Long Covid turned my world upside down, I truly had a death wish. I couldn\u2019t imagine feeling this alive again\u2014let alone blessed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">But today\u2026 today was remarkable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">Somehow, I managed to finish recording all my reels for May. And once I\u2019d packed my bag and eaten something, I headed to Delft to meet my daughter, Zoey.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">On the way, I posted a photo and a short poem on Facebook to capture a beautiful moment I\u2019d just experienced. I\u2019ll share the picture here too, but first, the words:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator has-alpha-channel-opacity\"\/>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\"><strong><em>I didn\u2019t know what time he\u2019d leave.<br>I didn\u2019t know if he would come.<br>And still\u2026 there I was, walking.<br>And wondrously, he came into view.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\"><strong><em>Sometimes, tuning in is enough.<br>No planning. No rush.<br>Just showing up\u2014<br>and trusting<br>that life also runs<br>without a timetable.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator has-alpha-channel-opacity\"\/>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">Later, I found myself sipping cinnamon orange tea at a quiet little coffee corner in the back of a clothing store, waiting for Zoey. Once again\u2014no internet. Thankfully, I\u2019d brought a book. It\u2019s usually peaceful there, often empty, but today it was much louder. I put on some music\u2014by the same man who wrote the book I was reading. (I\u2019ll share a picture of that too.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">As I read about the mantra&nbsp;<em>Om Namo Bhagavate Vasudevaya<\/em>\u2014Sanskrit for&nbsp;<em>I offer my homage to the Supreme, the indwelling soul in all things<\/em>\u2014that very mantra began playing through my headphones.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">Coincidence?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">Just as I reached for my phone to capture the moment, Zoey called. She\u2019d finished work early and was ready for ice cream. On the way to our favorite ice cream spot in Delft, we passed a woman begging. Zoey noticed my sadness.<br>\u201cMom,\u201d she said, \u201cwhen you\u2019re in London, you always carry bananas to give away.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">Later, as we sat by the train station, we realized her train would arrive in just six minutes. I had longer to wait. As soon as Zoey left, an American man began speaking to me. We exchanged cards\u2014his business card, and one of my &#8220;Create happiness cards&#8221;.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">He asked what I do, and I shared a bit about my Long Covid journey, the book I\u2019m writing, and how that journey awakened my spirituality.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">He told me about minerals that could help with recovery and shared stories of people who healed from cancer outside conventional medicine. I\u2019ve heard similar stories before\u2014and I\u2019ve already begun integrating those insights into my own healing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">Then he told me he\u2019d written a book too\u2014a ten-year project.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">I decided to let another bus pass when he shared the extraordinary story of his brother-in-law: a former member of the mafia who had murdered another human being, served 18 years in prison, and turned to God before he passed away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">After he left and boarded his bus, I called Zoey.<br>\u201cMom, why do men always show up in your life like this?\u201d she laughed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">We talked about spirituality, synchronicity, and those magical, soul-affirming moments. Our conversations always lift me. Before we hung up, she asked if I\u2019d still make it to the store in time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">Instead of waiting for the next bus, I walked to the supermarket and picked up fruits and vegetables for the Easter weekend, even knowing I wouldn\u2019t be able to cook tonight\u2014the fifth night in a row.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">As I left the supermarket, I saw a homeless man and felt grateful I\u2019d bought bananas.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">Back at the bus stop\u2014another small surprise: the next bus would arrive in just two minutes. Again, life seemed to be flowing without a timetable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">On the bus, I accidentally bumped the man in front of me with my groceries as the woman beside me stepped out. He smiled kindly, so I offered him a \u201cCreate Happiness card&#8221;. He chose one that read:<br><strong>\u201cSet your worries aside, just for one day.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">He looked at me and said, \u201cFunny how we often focus so much on the negatives.\u201d<br>\u201cThat\u2019s normal,\u201d I replied. \u201cOur brains are wired that way.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">A moment later, he asked, \u201cIs the card only good for one day? Can I use it for two?\u201d<br>\u201cUse it for as many days as you need,\u201d I smiled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">He got off one stop before me, accompanied by two women in long black dresses and matching headscarves.<br>Watching them walk away together, I had the quiet sense that this man really needed that card\u2014maybe more than he let on.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">Walking home, I realized I\u2019d been smiling all afternoon. The ecstatic rhythm of kirtan pulsed through my headphones, making me feel like dancing right there in the street.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">At home, I lit a candle and some incense. I prayed\u2014to Krishna, to Allah, to Lord Nrsimhadeva\u2014to guide and protect the people who I had met on the bus. And as I prayed, tears of gratitude streamed down my cheeks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">I feel so blessed and humble for days like this.<br>Days when I get to serve.<br>Days that remind me that I am alive.<br>And that I would wish for no better day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-gallery has-nested-images columns-default is-cropped wp-block-gallery-1 is-layout-flex wp-block-gallery-is-layout-flex\">\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img decoding=\"async\" data-id=\"721\" src=\"https:\/\/www.daphnemutter.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/IMG_4540.heic\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-721\"\/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"768\" height=\"1024\" data-id=\"722\" src=\"https:\/\/www.daphnemutter.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/IMG_4579-768x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-722\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.daphnemutter.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/IMG_4579-768x1024.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.daphnemutter.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/IMG_4579-225x300.jpg 225w, https:\/\/www.daphnemutter.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/IMG_4579-1152x1536.jpg 1152w, https:\/\/www.daphnemutter.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/IMG_4579-1536x2048.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/www.daphnemutter.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/IMG_4579-scaled.jpg 1920w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 768px) 100vw, 768px\" \/><\/figure>\n<\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Editing of the text and picture with the tulsi mala are done with AI)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>(Though I hope to have many more just like it.) It\u2019s something I never thought I\u2019d say. A few years ago, when Long Covid turned my world upside down, I truly had a death wish. I couldn\u2019t imagine feeling this alive again\u2014let alone blessed. But today\u2026 today was remarkable. 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