“Miracles of Life & Death” New Series

I’ll admit: “life sucks.” Sometimes. We can pretend that it doesn’t bother us, work around certain bothersome situations. But there are moments, times, days, even years for some, where it doesn’t seem to get better. That is not how I feel right now. But I’ve been there. I have faced down death in its myriad forms and come back to Life.

This theme was suggested to me after a visit to my grandmother in the hospital last weekend. Some of you know I have been visiting and writing about her a lot lately (see Let Sleeping Lions Lie & Keeper of the Flame).  She is 93. That is no big feat, she’ll tell you  – I’ve had great grandmothers and grandfathers who have lived two or three months shy of 99.  My grandmother believes there is a time appointed for our birth and a time appointed for our death*, and no one can escape this.

*“To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance.”  Ecc. 3:1-4

She would also grin and nod to Bettie Davis:

“Getting old ain’t for sissies.”  

Why am I writing about life and death? Because I want to see what I think. That’s write. I learn by hand. For me, writing is an education. It’s not all sunshine and lollipops. I am here to right the truth, not make everybody comfortable.

I also believe this subject touches us all. It’s what lies at the heart of all our thoughts and actions.  We may not know it, but the fear of death drives our behavior and deepest desires.

Learning how to handle it, see it differently, is the true liberator.

I put “Life” before death in the title of this new series because that is the purpose of my blog. Mentioning death does not make me an advocate. Fearing it is what brought me to this new understanding.  Overcoming it is what compelled me to share my story.

Miracles deny death. They evolve us and grow us beyond “the counting game.”

Miracles are the ultimate turn-around.

P.S. I realized later that I reversed the words “right” and “write” twice in the above post. I decided to leave it. Maybe it has some meaning that will come. In the meantime, “Life is Good”. 😉


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