RestSure.

09/06/2025

Attended my first Jewish funeral…

So very moved by the level of sacred ritual and holding of the eternal.

Coming together as a community to lay a loved one into the Earth, and nestle them in amongst the roots of the trees and the Earth itself, staying together Until the task was completed.

I mean we took shovel & earth scoop after scoop.
Together.

I dug for myself
I dug for my community
I dug for the sacred ritual & rites of passage
I dug for my grandparents
I dug for your grandparents
I dug for our ancestry
& the ancestry of our futures.

I dug till my arm hurt
& then i returned and dug more.

I dug with others until the digging was done & the grave was full.

I stayed
Until everone had left
Read poetry
Felt the sun & earth

Moving
Rich
Deeply nourishing

I feel reverence & humility
🙏

08/26/2025

Do come check out our locals shelves!

08/26/2025

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Connecting
Energy
Body
Mind
Truth

Speaking our truth!

RestSure. Talking about death, dying & the dead is … presence practice!

08/19/2025

https://karenwyattmd.substack.com/p/what-death-doulas-offer-at-the-end

our network is built with groups like Deathwalker Creations and CircleSpace, Karla Kerr - Empowered End of Life, and Jilly Hyndman CPCC PCC the heartrageous coach, and RestSure. we have many versions available to us, to the community, to support and be present in these time of change.

Changing how we navigate death, dying and the dead.

So very thankful.

And why you need to know about their work

08/19/2025

08/12/2025

Let us continue to expand how we think about death and EOL choice.
Growing how we do this is inspiring!

we can do death different!

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07/16/2025

Wow!

04/28/2025

Fortunate to have spaces like these.
Grateful for those doing the front lines work on this epic shift in how we see choice & end of life.

As of this month, MAiDHouse Victoria has officially opened to support individuals seeking medical assistance in dying ( ) on , . In alignment with the core principles of dignity, choice, and compassionate care, this location in Victoria, BC reflects the unique spirit of the region—collaborative and community-driven.

Developed in partnership with Island Health and local community advocates, MAiDHouse Victoria is the result of a group of passionate individuals who recognized an access gap for community-based space for the day of provision. MAiDHouse Victoria fills a critical gap, providing a warm, welcoming environment for individuals and families. This initiative has been met with overwhelming support within the community, recognizing the need for local accessible, inclusive, and person-centered . The space ensures that those seeking MAiD have a safe and supportive setting, free of barriers and with additional supports, where they can be surrounded by loved ones in their final moments.

By establishing MAiDHouse Victoria, we reaffirm the belief that everyone deserves compassionate and dignified end-of-life choices. Learn more at https://www.maidhouse.ca/maidhouse-victoria

03/15/2025

These are beautiful!

03/01/2025

When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, They found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.

One nurse took her copy to Melbourne. The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in mags for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.

And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.

Cranky Old Man

What do you see nurses? . . .. . .What do you see?
What are you thinking .. . when you're looking at me?
A cranky old man, . . . . . .not very wise,
Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . .. with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food .. . ... . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . .'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice . . .the things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . . .. . . A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not . . . ... lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . .The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking?. .Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse .you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am . . . . .. As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, .. . . . as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten . .with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters .. . . .. . who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen . . . .. with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now . . .. . . a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . ..my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows .. .. .that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now . . . . .I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . .. . . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . .. With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons .. .have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me . . to see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, .. ...Babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . . My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me . . . . My wife is now dead.
I look at the future ... . . . . I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing .. . . young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . And the love that I've known.
I'm now an old man . . . . . . .. and nature is cruel.
It's jest to make old age . . . . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone . . . where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells,
And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells
I remember the joys . . . . .. . I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living . . . . . . . life over again.
I think of the years, all too few . . .. gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people .. . . . .. . . open and see.
Not a cranky old man .
Look closer . . . . see .. .. . .. .... . ME!!

Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within. We will all, one day, be there, too!

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