Sunday, January 29, 2012

The Open Door: the Empress

This evening I was talking with a friend about a logo design she’s working on. The client supports people as they die – not assisted suicide, but rather assisted dying – it’s a hard road to walk alone, and nice if someone can walk along with you for a while. It’s interesting, has been for decades, to watch the Baby Boom wave continue through all walks of life. Hippies, Yuppies, Eco-parents, and now Old People, all walking down the long road out of the world.

As my friend and I chatted I was trying to call up whatever might be a visual for me to communicate the positive approach to death. What I saw was on open door, and through it a glimpse of a green country, and a wind that smelled of freedom.

Some Canadian writer (I forget whom) has said “It’s not death I fear; it’s the preliminaries.” Who knows how we’ll cry and scream when the real approach comes, but as I am now I agree. To pass through that door, out of the prison of incarnation and into the vast sweet green space I saw beyond that door would be “a consummation devoutly to be wish’d for” for sure.

It is the Empress who builds our bodies cell by cell, creating whatever this amazing this is, a moving, breathing, loving, breeding, dying living being. And then, in Her good time, she takes it apart again, and calls us Home. Breathe in, breathe out. The Universe is a heartbeat, in and out, in and out. It expands, contracts, its breathing measured in time we can’t conceive of.

Her breath is the breath of Life, green and vital, the green fire that drives the cells, that sings in the blood, that says “Open your wings!”. And then it’s the voice that calls us home at the end of the day. The door is open, and while the approach may be challenging, on the other side She is waiting to welcome us into what, into non-being? into some kind of deep green slumber? Into the Love that has been hiding just outside of incarnation, reminding us that we do, indeed, get to go home at the end of the day?

We know we are, in some way, very far from home, and the soul breathes in response: “Yes! Oh yes!”

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