This week yet again I am dealing with death.
But I am also welcoming life.
The two paradoxical concepts seem ever more merged as we move beyond the old stories of duality and separation in our world.
This week I am letting go of a home and an identity.
This week, I am embracing a new and ancient adventure back into the heartlands of my ancestors, human and more than human.
Let me explain.
Yes, we are approaching Spring and Easter, but that is not why I am feeling called to write a storyhack with this title.
I was compelled to get up this morning, come down to my kitchen table and start writing because I realised that this is the story of my life.
Your life too I believe.
The saying that ‘life is full of death….’ may sound like a cliché, but let’s stop for a moment and consider those words.
Perhaps it’s more accurate to say that ‘life evolves through a series of mini deaths’, each one a shedding of an old way of living, an outworn belief, or even a global system that is long past the time of it being useful to ALL.
And ALL is the watch word of this decade. Watch and see.
Death is a strange and multifaceted experience.
Over the last few years I have experienced this life changing transition in many forms. Whether it was the death of family members, the death of friendships or the death of parts of my identity, each time I was left changed forever. Transformed by the gift of insight, love and surrender to forces beyond my human control.
This week however, like a bolt from the blue, I was told that friends of mine had lost their young daughter to cancer.
It seems to me that we are surrounded by a lot of death right now.
The death of loved ones, the death of ecosystems, or the death of old and outdated world views. Even the death of our identities as we move from one stage of life to the next.
In the western world, death remains an enigma. Taboo. Something to be avoided at all costs in our culture of worshipping perpetual youth. However, it is inevitable for us all. You could say, the other side of the coin of life.