Magic of Death
We spend our lives fearing it, hating it, and even finding ourselves curious about it.
Death. A mysterious concept we put so much energy into.
Most believe we’ll never truly know what it is until it’s our time. For others, they have faith that death is never the end.
For me, it’s the latter. Because death isn’t something we just experience at the end of our physical lifetime; it’s something we experience repeatedly throughout life.
Death is transformation. The end of a cycle. The means of beginning a new.
We face death once a year, at the very least, in the seasons. Spring and summer bring us life in full bloom, harvest, warmth.
Then suddenly, the leaves begin to turn as autumn approaches. Those of us leaf peepers flock to the trees to watch Mother Nature decorate our horizon with the fire-y array of colors. But this natural phenomenon is the beginning to an end because shortly thereafter, the leaves die, the snow falls, and winter blankets the earth in an accepted, beautiful display of death.
What’s interesting to me is that so many of us wait all year to witness this splendor. We see the magic in a death process that happens before our eyes because we know that, come spring, our yards will return to life.
There’s no fear when you know what to expect.
So why is it that every time something in our life dies away, whether that be a relationship, or a means of income, or some other, abrupt change, we immediately falter? We return to that fear space in our minds because change is not something we handle well. Change is not something we are used to.
But I’m here to remind you that it is.
Just like the magic of transformation and death in the seasons, when something dies, new always grows. And if we look back on every time something has left our lives, something better takes its place.
We just forget this notion in the midst of change.
Imagine what your life would be like if every time you faced a death, you approached it with the awe and wonder you do when you gaze at the leaves? Imagine how enchanted life would feel for you if within these times you could say, “wow! I wonder what’s to come next!” rather than, “oh no! What could go wrong next?”
Halloween/Samhain is my favorite time of year because it reflects the cycle of life and death. It’s a reminder to allow what’s dying to flee, to make room for the best yet to come. It's a time where all things that are hanging by a thread can depart and allow us a time of rest from a completely raw place (mentally, emotionally, physically, even spiritually) before we welcome in something new.
The irony in this time of year, while it's always been my favorite, has "coincidentally" marked major moments of transformation for me. My last day in corporate before beginning an entirely new, bat sh*t crazy/risky career path, a day I sent my heart, soul, blood, sweat & tears into a professional editor to potentially destroy my baby and crush my dreams (REN), and now, leaving my first store front behind to move into new territory and revamp my business while starting grad school for clinical psychology. Death of old ways, relationships, jobs, even of life, used to scare the living crap out of me. With my new move from Windsor to Simsbury, and much growth on the horizon, transformation/death is the theme of my month – and for many of us. Rest. Allow. Set intentions for what you can do with new found space in your life.
The trick is to see the magic of death, of transformation, despite the unknown. The treat is when we do.
As always, I’m here for you.