“You begin your walk toward death the moment you are conceived.
Your life is your walk toward death. And each day your life brings
you one day closer to death. Every day you have the opportunity to
ask yourself: ‘How will I walk today on my way to death? How
will I live? By others’ fears? Or by my own unique truth? In
beauty, in joy, with awareness? From my heart?’
“Consciously or unconsciously, with acceptance or denial, every
day you move one day nearer to your death. Is today a good day to
die? Are you complete? Have you lived fully? Have you honored your
dreams? Can you look death in the eye without regret?
“Death is not honorable in your dominant Western culture. You
set death apart from life, portray death as if it were to be feared,
as if it were opposed to life. No, precious GrandDaughter, no!
“Death and life are lovers. They are dancing partners. One does
not exist without the other. Giving birth gives death, for death comes
to all who are born. Death makes way for life, for is it not said
that all who die will be reborn? Death and life in loving embrace;
death and life dancing. For there is only the dance, only the walk,
the path, your way from birth to death and back to birth again.
“Yes, GrandDaughter, your death is certain, but not predictable.
Your death is known, yet it honors chaos; it neither avoids you when
you would hold it off, nor arrives docilely when you call. There is
no medical miracle, no right thinking, no correct eating, no magic,
no saintliness, no bargain with God – or Goddess – which
can avert or avoid the truth of your death.
“Your death waits patiently at the end of your path, around
a bend you haven’t noticed, hidden from sight. Your death. Your
Way. In your own time.
“So many of your modern healers, alternative and orthodox alike,
fear death. A diagnosis of cancer is made, and death becomes the enemy.
Fear of death – rather than love of life – chooses the
treatment. When you remember that every path ends in death, you can
begin to dance with your death; your choices multiply and you find
your way through the fear. You find ways to love your life without
clinging. You find ways to honor your death.
“Yes, we know, death still calls forth fear in you. It is hard
to honor it. Let us hold you, GrandDaughter. Rest in our gentle strength.
Let us teach you to embrace your fear, to embrace the truth of your
fear: with death your body ceases to be you.
“How can you honor your fear of death? Dance in the space between
knowing and not knowing, between being and not being, between living
and dying. We are here to hold you in your confusion. We will hold
you in the midst of chaos. We will hold you safely, we will hold you
close, now and whenever you call.
“We who are steeped with the wisdom of the years, we who have
seen the spiraling dance of life and death, we have something to show
you. Come with us now, GrandDaughter. Hold our hands and leap off
the cliff. Fall with us. Give yourself to space. And look! A spiraling
flow of sparkling joy catches you up and carries you off.
Let go into the sensation of weightlessness, of being supported by
a gently turning, vibrating spiral of particles that catch the light.
A pulsing spiral with no beginning and no end. A spiral that holds
you tightly, yet always allows you total freedom.
“Relax for a moment in the All. Reverberate with the silence.
Let yourself move in perfection, expanding and growing, into life,
into death, and, when you wish, back into life again."
Excerpt from Breast Cancer? Breast Health the Wise Woman Way
by Susun Weed
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