A very short piece I wrote - opening the conversation on Home Funerals and Death Midwifery - was published on the ezine ColoradoBoulevard.net
Now that the conversation is started, I’m outed as a Death Midwife.
Don’t be afraid. It’s really okay.
Now we can sit in the place where death is our shared meal, our communion, and life is our awesome shared experience.
Coming to that table while we are walking life’s journey becomes a daily exercise in ecstatic storytelling when you are freed from death’s lurking shadow.
Death is no longer the elephant in the room. Like the Buddhist parable teaches, each of us describes that elephant differently when our eyes are closed. Open your eyes to death, and see life differently.
Death is the topic du jour, easily digested when served in small portions.
Our bodies are nourished by things that once lived. Even our salads were once live plants. Death nourishes life.
Death is what we all share at this table.
No need to hush the subject in this space.
Sit a bit, and talk about it.
Have some tea, dunk your cookie into it, and talk about death…
And so we will look at it, feel it, taste it, smell it, and hear it in each other’s story.
The energy spent ignoring death can be redirected toward life…
and our lives will all be oh, so much more amazing.