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Life, Death and Finding Our Way Home

Living in constant flux? Fearful of change and letting go?

Life, death, and homing. The seasons of change.

Three images:


  1. A normal day: rush hour & traffic mayhem; endless meetings; frantic lunch-on-the-go; loose ends; mad dash through the grocery; home-bound-journey; beloved canine encircling the baby's chair, slurping up every drop; homework and lists; practices and bedtime rituals; sleeplessness at 3 a.m.; a loved one snoring beside us

  2. Hospice bedside: Singing and cradling, an infant once more. Holding memories like a spent rose petal. Fullness of human life. Tears of loss and gratitude. How to speak our love. How to accompany with love.

3. Home-seekers weary from the journey. Refugees? Exiles? Travelers? Sojourners? Gentle smile, encouraging words, and holding the lantern a little bit higher to see further down the road. When will we be home again?


What we can see behind us - what's fading - is still imprinted. We can compost our experiences and keep growing. It's what lies ahead that perplexes and frightens us. Moving through the dark at accelerated speeds is not advisable. A lantern might help! And a trusted companion.


Reflect on the gifts of this past week: Each day probably brought something of life, something of death, and some way of searching for home. Life dances as a whirling dervish - a perpetual motion kinetic device that is our calendar-and-clock life. But calendar-and-clock life isn't for depth; it's for efficiency. Little deaths teach us to embrace deeper love for life. And a deeper love for life often calls us home. Into relationship. Into trust. Into change and letting go.


-It's great to wander. It makes home-coming that much more precious.-


So, three little words, upside down, inside out:


  1. Home beckons. Our safe place; our touchstone. It holds the living and the dying. And the loves of our life. Go there often.

  2. Something is always dying, changing. Becoming. Allay the cacophony of your fears. Embrace change. Breathe into your dyings. Let go.

  3. Constant motion is not fullness of life. LOVE is life's fullness. Deepen into love; life is there. Cherish relationship more than being productive or successful.


At the end of the day, in life or death - or both - aren't we all just walking each other home?





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