Today I’m thoughtful and sad about a friend’s dad who lays dying. My daughter’s gerbil is probably dead in its little house, for it looked to be in a bad way this morning. Both of these spirits will soon flee this world, carried onward by the breeze that move through our life.
While I know that death is an essential part of what it means to be alive, there’s no solace there….just acknowledgement that you can’t have one without the other. As Ursula LeGuin so poetically laid the overarching theme in A Wizard of Earthsea (I’ve added a few commas):
Only in silence, the word,
only in dark, the light,
only in dying, life:
bright the hawk’s flight
on the empty sky.
May departing spirits have an easy journey to where ever they’re going next.