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Life Lives & Life Dies

a customer at my work had these amazing tattoos on his arm - big dancing skeletons with mexican flare. he told me it signified día de los Muertos - day of the dead - and he was going to add more to that tattoo to create something memorable to remind him of his cousin.

billions of beautiful species are birthed into being right now. and billions of beautiful species are dying in this very same breath. this is happening in unimaginable scales all around us. life exhales itself into life and life inhales itself into death in each moment.

and what i often find myself feeling in moments when i observe human reaction to death is...how are we so unaware of how much dying there is in each and every moment? how is it that we are shocked and startled by the death of one individual in our view, when death is happening in each and every second all around us?

it's so strange how indifferent we are to the death of one form of life and in complete misery to the death of another form. when we can see the beauty in the living of life and in the death as well, we've brought ourselves into balance and harmony with the ways of physical embodiment.

i love that there are cultures that honor and celebrate and recognize death as the beautiful extension of living that it is. death is beautiful because life is beautiful - they are one and the same event.

at least, that's how i see it ~

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