Thank you for being real. When i was first diagnosed with bc i thought i understood - it was a wakeup message from the universe with the timing all wrong - or so i thought. I went on an intense journey to find out who i was - somewhere in lives choatic journey i'd lost sight of me
i figured i was doing really well - i felt great, learnt to mediate, was much more mindful of the present moment. And then mestatsis - and my focus turned to getting well ,, the question of why, why now still stays unexpolred and slowly i've slipped back into the everyday doing, slowly becoming numb to life, to the wonder and the joy. A dear friend, close to deaths door and the question of my own mortality conveniently parked in some closed drawer of my mind.
Similar to Jessica i periodically take it out, open wide and feel what it feels like. My experience is more about those around me - by bringing death out into the open it becomes another phase of live, just part of the normal rhythm. Death itself, and thereafter is coloured by our belief sets - for my own, the analogy of a garden works well
Thank you, thank you, thankyou for giving this silence a voice
With love and blessings
Hazel