Death. It’s interesting. Provoking. That one word holds such great mystery to all mankind. Some see it as vicious and ugly—a bitter fate to run from, or something to solve. Others see it as an inevitable end, whether happy or sad. And others see it as an old friend, beckoning for companionship. An end to all pain and problems. A veil into the unknown—to some afterlife or interim-life that only those who can’t come back can actually know. One moment, you’re here in this body—laughing, crying, breathing. Living. Blood in your veins. And in some other moment: poof. The breath is gone and the body stops. Some see it coming, while most never do. The body decays, and yet the soul still goes on. It’s terrifying to the human mind—the not knowing. The lack of control. The inconvenience of it all. The untimeliness. Incomprehensible to the brain. Not to mention the tragedy and sadness of watching a loved one pass before our very eyes. But only the mind worries. Only the mind battles with fear—and there’s something beyond the mind and what bit of unease there may or may not be. If we can just be still and silent for a moment long enough to feel and hear beyond the mind—what is it? It quite literally is a stillness of the heart. A deep peace. Our higher self or truth. Some call this God. Some call it Self. Awareness. Universe, or Ultimate Being. Nothingness. I Am. Allah. Shiva. Whatever word can be placed on it—it doesn’t change the reality of what it is. And when we feel that peace, and we stay with that peace, all else comes to be just as it should—in regards to death and dying, or even in life itself. We become so afraid in facing our end, our demise—or the demise of others—but perhaps we’ve never thought to realize that it may be a beginning...and perhaps this current life is just a stepping stone, our death a graduation... Of course we miss our loved ones, our friends and partners—but again, if we rest our selves in that quiet space, there’s not a thing that can take us from being at ease with life’s transitions, however challenging they may be. All we find is a stillness of the heart, a deep love for what may be.