Death is my numerological card for the new year ahead. Death is calling. Death is calling all of us, always. Death is always, the only always, except life. The two serve each other, “The Gift of the Magi” for eternity.
Death: the unknown, the unconscious, the wild, the deepest darkness, the brightest light, yes, all of these. But say Death is none of these, for being unknown, can be anything. Say Death has no doors, no dive, no escape, no abyss, no grave, no goodbyes. Say Death is no heaven, no hell, no tomorrow, no forever. Say Death is a spoke on a wheel. Say Death is a breeze. Say Death is just another change.
It’s not fortune telling, my year of Death. It does not occur to me that I will die. I see change. I see transformation. I see living fully, aware of what’s to come one day. I see preparations for birth. I see shedding selves; I see another me gone for good. I see a whole world crumbling, a natural demise. I see a departure from what’s been, like a flock of birds overhead, leaving silently in the night. I see a celebration of the dead, of their lives, of their lessons and their labors. I see Death smiling, because we begin to understand. We cannot know what is unknown, but we can understand.
And I foresee a deepening relationship with Death; I foresee a stripped-bare life force stepping out of my skin and living my life; I see this core being shaking hands with Death once long ago, and I can feel the comfort of a life that has known Death enough to trust. I see the way Death gives life to life, like sweetness to a fruit. I see how a full life is full of life and Death, and no less. And I am honored to receive no less.