Life’s most powerful lessons come when we least expect them. One of my dear friends passed away suddenly the day before Mother’s Day. It was a shock to my system, and I received lessons on grief, death and faith.
Grief can be experienced as a emotional tornado, a deep dark hole or a brief breeze moving through us. What’s on the other side of these emotions - is a clearing. Sometimes a knowing peace settles in. Or a clarity, or a realization. We see that life is still pulsing, but it's forever changed.
Naturally, my friend’s death threw me into contemplation of my own existence, and the preciousness and impermanence of human life. He was a shining example of someone who lived and loved life to it’s fullest. His heart failed him as he was dancing - one of his absolute favorite things to do! He was truly living every last minute. As I honored his life in song, prayer and ceremony, I also got to honor my life, and all of life on this planet, recognizing it too can pass quickly.
Most people hear the word “faith" and think “But I’m not religious!” ...and I’m one of those people. Often we are thinking of blind faith - or “belief without true understanding, perception, or discrimination.” But I prefer the definition of faith as "trust or confidence in someone or something.” Through the experiences of our lives, we gather evidence of this SOMETHING. It moves and guides us. The world may feel like it’s crumbling down all around us, but somehow, it doesn’t. We are still here, living another day. This is what I believe faith is - what holds the pieces of us together, like glue, even through our pain and suffering. Our realities as we know it may dissolve, but we continue. Faith allows the unfolding, the transformation, the dying off of the old so the new can come through.