Death:Growing up...

Lately, I've been wondering, who am I becoming? The last time I had "growing pains," I was in middle school, and I was growing in height at such a rapid rate that my joints ached; I was just beginning to talk to boys instead of only having crushes. Now, I try to avoid human contact by grocery shopping at odd ball hours, going to the gym super early and hiding in nature as much as possible. I 'm sure it's my season of the Hermit. Sometimes we need to take time to let go of what no longer serves our journey. It's an emotional spring cleaning. I have been thinking about death in all forms. This has been a conversation in my journal for quite some time. I know it is part of growing up to know th

Death?: Growing Up. . .

Lately, I've been wondering, who am I becoming? The last time I had "growing pains," I was in middle school, and I was growing in height at such a rapid rate that my joints ached; I was just beginning to talk to boys instead of only having crushes. Now, I try to avoid human contact by grocery shopping at odd ball hours, going to the gym super early and hiding in nature as much as possible. I 'm sure it's my season of the Hermit. Sometimes we need to take time to let go of what no longer serves our journey. It's an emotional Autumn cleansing. When we think of death, we often assume it is the the bodily flesh that becomes lifeless, one we never see mobile again. But what happens when th