02/05/2026
The closer I walk with the dying, the more I understand:
death is not a single door.
It’s a series of thresholds the body crosses in its own time,
each one a soft release,
each one a quiet surrender,
each one a truth the soul already knows.
We are so conditioned to look for “the moment,”
as if dying is a switch that flips.
But it’s more like a tide —
a slow, sacred receding
that carries us from form into freedom.
For those who are witnessing,
for those who are walking someone home,
for those who are preparing for their own crossing:
may you remember that nothing about this is wrong.
It is ancient.
It is natural.
It is holy.
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Reposted these words by because they are so important. These words deserve more than a share.
