“There is no death, only a change of worlds.”
Chief Seattle
When a trickle becomes a creek, when the creek becomes a river, when the river becomes the ocean. Nature definitely shows its birthing process. Nature gently led the trickle into its final destination. There is no separation; no one can determine where the trickle in the ocean is; it has become one with something much greater.
All along the way, the trickle transformed. We do the same throughout our earthly life. It is humbling to realize we are not in control although we exercise free will. However, like a GPS tracking system, when we do veer from God’s intended course, we are rerouted to where we need to be. He is the one in control.
I had many questions after Jim passed, and I wondered if He guides us through our final hour just as He did our first. Nature has a unique way of weaving an interesting tapestry when answering our most heartfelt questions.
A couple months after Jim passed, I was in the waiting room for my doctor appointment. A young nun was waiting in the room with me as well, and we began to talk about our careers. She had been a midwife, but had recently answered her true calling to administer to the dying as a hospice nurse. My teacher appeared, and I was ready to learn. From my memoir, Choosing to See: How Miracles Carry Us Through to the Other Side of Grief:
Candidly, I asked her what she feels, what she has learned from her hospice training, and what her faith tells her, when the body stops and the everlasting one begins. Her eyes held mine for a few seconds, reading me softly. She looked down in her lap and quietly reflected before answering. The nun slowly explained two concepts: birthing and deathing. The processes are really one in the same.
Before birth, a baby has to stay in the safety of its mother’s womb growing and developing to become strong enough to support life outside the mother. The time spent in the womb will end, and every day is a step closer to the due date and the birthing of a joyous new beginning. Deathing is the same. Day by day we are inching closer to our new birth...the birthing into eternity. But until then, we have to grow and develop in the womb of the world. When the end of our life approaches, a life that has been filled with the lessons learned and the services rendered to our brothers, our purpose will conclude.
Through the deathing process of our physical selves, we are then reunited with the formless, the Eternal, God, the Creator, or Home. God is with us every step and in every second of those processes. The essence of who we are doesn't die. Death is not stopping; death is change, just the beginning of something new. Something that gloriously never ends.
In my book, I explain in depth the magic, the mysticism of those moments we shared together. It was one of the most transformative times in my life…so far.