Death paid me a visit last night, in my dreams.
And Death was a dualistic Being of male and female; brother and sister.
Promising to heal me, Sister Death held me in a long body hug. Brother Death smiled upon me.
And then they took me away in a car.
Perhaps this is the Equinox impinging itself upon my dark and dreaming mind in terms of light and dark, yin and yang, female and male. I don’t actually know.
But, as usual by now, there is no fear, no anxiety.
How would I greet my own personal death, should it find me this season? In the same way I greet the Autumnal Equinox, but reversed: arms outspread and Falling Forwards. Into the White Water.