Angel of Death

For some, the Angel of Death is summoned; for others, she simply appears. When she appears for any of us is an unknown. When she does, when she appears for me, will I buckle up my shoes, "walk on down to the Jordan Stream" (as Ruthie Foster so beautifully sings) and take her hand gracefully, or will I jerk  away from her grasp, yank my hand back, and run for the hills??

This is something I ponder; this is something I explore more than your ordinary Jane. I've seen enough death to know that what I long for is a simple, easy parting of body from energy or energy from body. Yet the reality is that I can't know. I can't know - in that final moment - how it will actually go. I can imagine it; I can prepare for it; I can even practice it... but I can't know.

That's what this A Year To Live experience is all about; it's a sort of dress rehearsal for death. Isn't that a funny concept? Practicing how to die? Yet I know that it's in practicing new things that we move ourselves toward mastery... And so I practice what I can - allowing, surrendering, tracking my breath, clearing and opening the "exit route" for my energy body...

And in practicing how to die, I'm learning how to live... 257 days left; I'll keep you posted on how it's going.

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