The Beginning

Death has come to my door in many different ways these past weeks, in my dreams,

as I walk through the streets, or while wandering in nature.

To honor her is to acknowledge her.

Because death is a rite of passage, a door to an other world. One we don't see but we can feel.

And as I try to face her with courage, I still feel the fear rising in my chest, the fear of letting go of the one I once loved.

So I come to my knees,

and as I lay my offering to the cycle of life, I understand that to die

is to make room for what truly deserves to be seen.