What Do You Want for Breakfast?
I'll have sunshine and starlight
Great gusts of wind a-blowin'
A silently falling summer mist
My feet upon cool earth
Great gusts of wind a-blowin'
A silently falling summer mist
My feet upon cool earth
Connecting through words
What if we could make peace with death and the choices surrounding it? What if we were willing to have a conversation about death? In the last four years, I’ve learned some things about death and dying. They aren’t all easy. And, it’s left me with questions I’m still pondering.
Photo by Jason Williard (1981-2016); used by permission.
Darkness? That's okay.
Joy? Revel in it.
Uncomfortable? Let it be.
The pain comes in the struggle to be other than we are at this moment.