As the world turns and the seasons change, the magic garden is budding and sprouting before our eyes. It is amazing how automatic and intelligent this unfolding is. No manual need be read, no youtube tutorial necessary. Mother Nature and her children know just what to do: stirring, stretching, dancing towards what enlivens them; what feeds them. Roots are thirsty for water and minerals as leaves and branches reach towards the light. Squirrels, birds, worms and all the other creatures are instinctively flowing through life with perfection and precision. I wonder if we human children have this natural instinct too?
This Good Friday, I am thinking about death, an appropriate topic, I think. I went to see a man by the name of Stephen Jenkinson speak about death. He is a lovely, gentle man with a warm sense of humour and a deep love for people and great compassion for the human condition. He spoke of how we try to medicate away death. Anesthetize ourselves from having a profoundly human experience. We don’t even want to name it. Instead we call it palliative care, hospice care and speak of achieving ‘a better outcome’. What is a better outcome when death