Death as Ally

On February 3rd, an early and very unexpected call shattered my heart to pieces. My Mom passed away.
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Vulnerability and paper-thin energy have left no choice but to surrender to the cold of the unknown. As I navigate this new life and this gaping tear in the atmosphere around me, I can offer only surface gleans of my process:
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My Mom was a beacon of Love so powerful - much more so than she ever received credit for while she was here.
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Grieving is non-linear. It’s comprised of a million contradictory pieces, all of which are somehow true.
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Death does not negotiate.
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It’s human nature to make sense of loss; story medicine is a potent healer.
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When taken by surprise, EVERYTHING comes up for review.
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Life and death dance together; they’re not mutually exclusive.
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The vapid feed off of tragedy. Claiming and reclaiming energetic sovereignty is paramount.
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Life is a fragile gift.
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Opening as wide as I can to Death as ally and teacher. I’m going to accept this. I miss my Mom. I will honor her always.