We have forgotten the language of death. It is a sublanguage really, for death is not separate from life. But we have forgotten that too, in our efforts to prolong the human form at all costs. Some understand. When you have walked the edges either alone or alongside another, it becomes painfully or joyously - or both - clear that death is a soft and hazy language. It is not crisp or precise and you will have to stand very still and cock your ear on regular occasion.
I totally agree. More dialogue, more space for grief and it’s liminality in Life
Thanks for this. 🖤