What Do We Do After the Flowers Die?

There is an infinite range and depth of emotions between the deep sorrow and darkness to the ecstatic beauty of being alive on this earth. And we don’t talk about it enough.

One might assume that seeing this child’s dead body in a casket would have traumatized me. If someone had been aware of my mini adventure they may have tried to protect me from the experience, ultimately shaming me from my very innocent and authentic curiosity. That would have been the real trauma.

Maybe if we celebrated and embraced death we would have more access to LIVING. And we could teach our children by holding space with them in their curiosity; in their experience.