Sweet Traces of Gold…

"I know you'll remember me when I'm gone.
Remember my stories, remember my songs.
I'll leave them on earth, sweet traces of gold.
Oh they're calling me home, they're calling me home."
~ They're Calling me Home, Rhiannon Giddens

Today would have been the 38th birthday of one of the dearest friends I ever had. Her sudden departure, almost 10 years ago, first set me on what became a #deathpositive path… having learned first hand what it is to have no support in traumatic grief – either societal or personal. All of my intense desire to open into the world of healthy discussion of death, bereavement, mortality, and our fleeting creative beauty (human and otherwise) stems from the broken quiet craggy place in my chest where she used to be… I have never had a fear of death but, oh, my biggest fear is to be left behind. “Don’t go where I can’t follow!”

So, to honour her (and another suddenly-passed loved one – my aunt) as deeply and unflinchingly as I can… here are three open & vulnerable poems.

For those who experience discomfort and anxiety around the topic of death or for those who are grappling with their feelings of grief, I found this recent podcast episode gentle, considerate, and very hopeful. It is conducted by Conner Habib – a major force in the #sexpositive movement – with Caitlin Doughty – founder of the #deathpositive movement and the Order of the Good Death:

I had a totally “squee!” moment when they mentioned the “In the midst of life we are in death” quotation… because of course I have that tattooed in Latin on my left arm and I say it every day at the altar when I extinguish the last candle:

Media vita in morte sumus.

For more resources on #deathpositivity – where you can learn, support, and partake in activism as well as look up any resources you may need on your journey of acceptance, appreciation, & celebration of the humanity to be found in mortality – here is the Order of the Good Death website main introductory page ~ https://www.orderofthegooddeath.com/start-here/

To Luus (1987-2015), I promise to continue to learn and to bloom. Happy Birthday.

To Ivana (1960-2020), I promise to wear velvet when the world needs a punch in the face.

I play music for you both.

"Only in silence the word,
Only in dark the light,
Only in dying life:
Bright the hawk's flight 
on the empty sky."

~ The Creation of Éa, 
Ursula K. Le Guin

Love,

Saoirse.