A thought wrote down before I knew the Barons.
I’ve been contemplating death lately. This idea that one day you’re here and one day you’re not. In cyclical nature of life what is one to stress over. Living and dying simultaneously. What lesson am I here to learn and live. What lessons am I to teach and depart with?
This colonist notion of dead being the final time that person is with you is so soulless in concept. I feel my ancestors with me, I feel them walking with me, I see the blessing they provide, I listen to their wisdom and guiding.
So why then, after acknowledging that death is a natural part of life and knowing that my loved ones remain with me, am I so afraid of my loved ones dying?
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