I had the privilege of attending to a hospice recently.

At first I wondered what to say, how to act. I worried my emotion might wear through the facade of ‘hoping to be strong.’ I thought of everything I had ever wished to say, and hoped these moments might prove enough.

There’s a stillness that washes over in our final hours; a peace unlike any we’ve ever known. We realize the lightness of the air surrounding, and the heaviness of that which we’ve carried far too long.

I thought of all time spent wasted — thoughts engaged in matters with no real end. The mind is inherently restless, and yet — it begs for a lasting peace.

I thought I’d be overwhelmed with sadness. I thought my heart might shatter into pieces. Though, in that final resting space something extraordinary occurred.

Connection.

Death lifts the veil of distraction. It forces us to look beyond the limited scale of our own human thought. It begs our acceptance.

That which was once a ceaseless roar finally finds its respite.

Perhaps death is a reminder of our impermanence, and nothing more? Or, perhaps it is our greatest lesson yet?

That is, to release ourselves from unnecessary attachments in order to engage this life just as it is.

“Stop being so afraid,” she begged.

“I promise,” I whispered. “Pinky swear.”

In peace, my loves ~

Namaste ❤️