Tag: fear of death
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to live each day as if it was your last
One of these last evenings, I experienced a space where I felt that death could come any moment. It was a feeling that the link between the body and the spirit was so thin, almost not there. I had been in pain, and taken an extra dose of morphine. Maybe that influenced the experience. Again…
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a surprise after chemotherapy
I woke up with beauty in my face. The sunshine outside the window. The thin, gentle layer of mist among the trees, before the sun breaks through it all, and makes it evaporate. My own heart blooming in my chest, glowing through my face. The play of light and shadow on the windowsill. Yesterday I…