I’m not planning to die soon, but when I do (we all will), I’d like to die like a Peony. Death did cross my mind last week when I couldn’t stand up for more than an hour and Maria was two hours away. I wasn’t calling an ambulance, it just didn’t feel right.
My mind had pretty much shut down.
We’ve had some heavy rainstorms this week and lost some beautiful flowers.
Last night, there was the kind of rain that kills Peonies at the height of their bloom. It is no tragedy, they will grow new flowers, but I am struck at the beautiful way in which many leaves and flowers die.
In this case, the Peonies died dramatically and well, and with a colorful flourish, as we might expect of them. I hope to die in this way, vibrant and colorful and full of life at the end. I want to die a full, content, accepting and kind human being.
I doubt I will be anything near as beautiful as a Peony, perhaps my interior will shine.
My Dad died on my partner’s birthday a couple of months ago. They were close enjoying the same music and nature. A couple days before my Dad crossed over unexpectedly, his spirit shined through so brightly I thought he was going to live forever, which he is, just not in this physical form. We have already received many signs from him. I love your thoughts on dying spectacularly and enchanting like a flower and I believe when it is our time, we will have the death we desire and learn from birthing into the afterlife full of love and light and feeling a sense of wonder, belonging and connection.