We seem to be surrounded by death right now.
Death of people.
Death of social systems.
Death of environments.
Truly, the death of stories in so many ways.
Yet as we all know, death is an intimate and essential part of life on Earth.
Change is another word for death.
Here I sit, located in time.
Fingertips brushing the stone beneath me as I contemplate the mountain of which they are a part. Of which I am a part.
The stones beneath me hold within their bodies the memory of Earth.
Of her passing cycles and her transformations.
Of her creations and her destructions.
When was the last time you died?
Might sound like an odd question if you are sat at your computer or phone reading this feeling very much ‘alive’ in order to do so.
But how would you define living?
“Alive or just breathing?”
A tad cliché but worth considering.
Forgiveness comes in the moments that really matter
Like those of life or death
It comes when we are asked to be bigger, wider, expansive
More than we have ever been before
Forgiveness opens doors
Doors that we have tried to close and lock
Forgiveness breathes us
Into places we have tried to forget
Forgiveness is a mirror
Into the parts of our soul that we have rejected
We forgive to create freedom
We forgive to liberate
We forgive to love
The word ‘regenerative’ is becoming more common in the circles I am moving within these days, but what does it mean?