Some among us have a name for their death while most of us give it little thought. Some of those who know the name of their exit also have a time frame, but the rest of us live in the assumption of lifelong.   But Death, without malice, has each of our names and knows us well.  Most of us are willfully ignorant, choosing denial until reality forces our hand.  In choosing that rebuttal, we cheat ourselves of the meaning and power in our individual passing out of this life into the next. 

Walking out on spring ice.  
Winter disappearing under foot.
Winter water warming on the shore
Spring mist rising to greet the heated sun

Horizon line blurred, 
Filled by past winter storm caves 
Following difficult, dangerous, unknown path
Alone drawn soul journey to see what lies beyond and within

Human beings yearn for solid things.  We want to take root.   Our body and mind wants to outlive what we make so we build our foundations on solid ground of rock and steel . 

They told me some time ago that the reason spotted animals are sacred is that Spirit comes in on the edge where “what is” meets “what is not”.   A spot has an edge that defines what is and is not that spot.  Spirit comes and goes from this realm to the others through that edge.  Like a closed door or window, air can still pass through the edges.  The more edges, the more passing through.  So a spotted horse is Sunka Wakan (Lakota: holy dog).  A piebald deer is most rare and treasured.  The spotted eagle carries prayers to the Divine.  And a spotted dog is a close companion.

“He is the traditional Lakota definition of a ‘real man’—compassionate, loving, strong hearted, peaceful, generous, and helpful.” ~ Alberta
“Lawrence helps each of us meet our responsibility to bring our world together by changing our attitudes and view of the world.” ~ Neftali
“Lawrence discerns or draws out what is needed…and helps it manifest.” ~ Loren
“You changed my perspective of the world around me by teaching me to be more perceptive of the natural world” ~ Sam