Death and Rebirth

The world we inhabit is built on cycles of life and death and rebirth. We bear witness through unseeing eyes to the rise and fall and return of the moon, the tides, the seasons, our bodies. Yet resurrection remains a brutal story from a book we read once that we think bears no resemblance to our lives; to be observed with a toss of the head or chocolate bunnies.

There is sacrifice in any loss. Endings teach us the value of life abundant and feed our hope by imploring us to focus on a new normal. A tormented world that prefers to focus on only the next big thing often overlooks the peculiar magic held in our many little deaths and mires itself in grief or hopelessness. Resurrection is the promise of a new form, a new way and in the case of today's feature story, the rebirth of something ephemeral yet external.

The stories and myths of our many creeds and cultures are instructive, fables that nod to the lessons weaved into the human condition. This may be the biggest of them all. Endings are beginnings too if we choose to float with the dark tide to new shores.

So this first Sunday, after the full moon and after the equinox, now that your false gods have been crucified by the heartless administration of life, what will rise within you? If we can begin anew from this hallowed day, what seeds within you can now be tended and watered, so to bloom.


Words and image c. Kerrie Basha 2017