Monday, August 14, 2017
Most people don’t die at once… they died a bit at a time.
People die in bits and pieces. A series of petit morts. Little deaths
They lose their sight, their hearing, their independence.
Those are the physical ones.
But there’re others. Les obvious, but more fatal. They lose heart. They lose hope
They lose faith. They lose interest.
And finally, they lose themselves
Louise Penny, A Beautiful Mystery
we die a little bit at a time
the path we have trod is littered
with bits and pieces of our very self
we trod, and trod, and trod
moving toward that grand death
but dying each moment
the walking dead are among us
there are times we wish it were simply over
that we could fade away
but there are other times
when we glimpse that fact
that each ending can become a beginning
perhaps the birth won’t be easy
it rarely is
but in each ending is the seed of
it may be quite different from what
we asked for
and we may fight both the death
and the birth
but death is only death
for those who hang on tightly to the old
and refuse to welcome what is next
even as we die and die and die again
we are merely waiting to be born