Perhaps it is because I have been on the planet for a number of years and experienced the death of family and friends that I can see the sunshine through the shadow of death.  Perhaps it is because I’ve built bridges to the other side using every tool that comes across my path.  Or maybe it is just because I’m inevitably getting closer to it than I am to birth.

Since I was a child I wondered why we spend such celebration and excitement at birth and such black sad depression at death.  Aren’t they the same doorway?  Wouldn’t it make sense that we return to from whence we came?  More than dust to dust, but spirit to spirit.  Wouldn’t it be a much more exciting celebration to return to Spirit than it was to come into this earth-world of breathing, gravity, feelings, beliefs, and games?

I envy those that work near death.  Those that sit near the dying, watch the fading eyes, listen to the frantic fears and the stories of long ago.  There is both the shadow of the Dark Angel near the window, his job to escort the spirit to Spirit, and the brilliant White Light of blissful peace.

Having had a near death experience, I know there is nothing like getting that close to leaving that makes the day sparkle.  All my concerns fade and I want to throw out huge blooming bouquets of gratitude.