3.11.14

On dia de los muertos (11.01)

From my father's last breath on his death bed to waiting for my daughter to be born, conceived even, I reflect on sacred breath. Both were journeys of waiting and love. Hoping my father on palliative care and hospice at home would die quickly and peacefully from cancer and years (and finances) spent wishing for a child. Both involved raw emotions and frightening realities about living, dying and believing.  Both were exercises in faith that the universe is always on our side so long as we trust in Life's magic. 

Sacred breath
at the hallowed moment he died
as he took his last breath
an amazing celebration was held in the heavens

at the wondrous moment she was born
as she took her first breath
an amazing celebration was held in the heavens

sacred breath 
cherished and pure
incredibly divine