To honour my Death

Who am I when I crumble and fall?
Who am I when I feel that what I was before
I am no longer?

Who am I when I see that the old is dying
and the new,
is not yet here

Who am I?

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My dear dear friend,

Do you ever feel that you are in constant change
that you are growing and shaping and shifting
and evolving and morphing and
Just
Changing?

Do you ever feel that your mind and heart are turning left instead of right,
and that what you shied away from yesterday you are standing up for today?

Do you ever feel that Death is visiting longer
making itself known in your home,
in your heart,
in your mind,

not to take you away “forever after”

yet to invite you to LIVE.

Yes.

To.
LIVE.

Do you ever feel that Death is asking something more of you -
to release,
to let go,

to surrender,
to forgo,

to die the death of a thousand lives
in one week
in one day,
in.
One.
Moment…

For what once served now no longer does,
For what once was true now becomes a lie.
For what once was hopeless now is incredibly hopeful.

What is true?

What is real?

What. Is. LIFE?

Do you ever feel that Death is knocking at your door
inviting the sunshine in
and sending the darkness out?

Do you ever feel that Death is the Captain of your boat,
- the coordinates now changed
the waves so much calmer?

Do you ever feel that Death is constantly whispering
try that idea,
learn that skill
meet that person?

Do you ever feel that Death is decorating your home
rearranging
painting
renovating

changing
opening
expanding?

Death.

Something always dies.
Falls.
Withers.

Something has to be honoured.
Surrendered.
Taken away.

And yet,
Does it always mean grief and heart ache?
Does it always mean despair and emptiness?

Life and Death,
they always hold hands.
Inseperable twins.
They are always together.

For only when DEATH comes a-knocking
can we truly look LIFE in the eye,

For only when Death comes a-knocking
are we truly humbled and brought to our knees,
like the leaves on the tree
like the ice on the mountains
like the storm over the sea…

It is there.
It is inevitable…
the leaves will fall
the ice will melt.
the storm will subside.

Nothing. Stays. The. Same.
Everything changes.
Every.
Single.
Thing.

And with change
comes
Life.

Can we let go and find life within?
Can we surrender and find the stillness within?
Can we forgo the noise and find the music within?
Can we breathe out and find the life-force within?

Death.
Who am I when you visit in the early hours of the morning?
What do you want from me?
What are you asking of me?

“I only ask…
are you ready to LIVE

I am Death and you are Life
and we together are

LIVING.

Can you live deeply and fully
so that when I come for that final dance
you can look me in the eye and say

“YES!!! I HAVE LIVED.
And I have lived so deeply
that in living I have learnt that Death brings purpose
and purpose brings joy
and purpose brings love,
and love brings happiness
and happiness brings hope,

and with Death comes compassion,
and with compassion comes kindness

and oh SO many more
Beautiful Things.”

I am Death.
I am the only true companion upon this road of Life.
For when you embrace me
you embrace LIFE.”

My dear dear friend,

What does Death mean to you?
What does Living a Full Life mean to you?
What are some things that are hard to let go and yet deep inside you know that when you do you will LIVE?

DEATH.
LIFE.
LIVING.

What does it all mean to you?

Let us share this conversation my friends. I would love to read and hear what you have to say…
let me know - would you would be interested in sharing a real conversation with me about DEATH AND LIFE AND LIVING?

In honour of the numerous times Death has knocked on your door and mine.

In kindness and hope,

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