I have been wanting to work with the dying for the last 2 years. I know it sounds weird but its such an important time where often people feel alone with their fears, regrets, memories and either have no one or no one open to hearing and processing these things with them.
I don't know why but the thought of being there for them in this time, helping to unburden them, letting them be heard, help them to understand themselves, their fears, and past. It just seems like such a beautiful gift for both the one dying and the one who is there exploring it with them.
I think most people are never really known, they don't get to tell their story, what haunts them, resolve it, put it to bed for this life and I'd like to offer that. The thought chokes me up so much at being able to be there for that.
Not sure if this is an egoic desire or my soul. Feels like it could be both.
I keep looking at hospice volunteer opportunities but fear steps in.
Am I ready? am I healed enough to do this with the precision and lack of trigger it deserves? I get so moved by the beauty of being with someone, and truly witnessing them without the mask of keeping up appearances that I'm not sure I wouldn't get tears in my eyes. That might be sad for them if they misinterpret, so would be adding distress inadvertently.
I'm wondering what you all feel towards death and the process.
Is it sort of twisted I see so much beauty in the process? I don't want to judge myself like that but most people avoid death, find it sad.
Is it odd to see it as beautiful? Not in a seeking it way but reverent, a transition, a release from the physical to a new phase of the journey.
As usual my post isn't clear, I guess I'd just like your take on this bring 4th
I don't know why but the thought of being there for them in this time, helping to unburden them, letting them be heard, help them to understand themselves, their fears, and past. It just seems like such a beautiful gift for both the one dying and the one who is there exploring it with them.
I think most people are never really known, they don't get to tell their story, what haunts them, resolve it, put it to bed for this life and I'd like to offer that. The thought chokes me up so much at being able to be there for that.
Not sure if this is an egoic desire or my soul. Feels like it could be both.
I keep looking at hospice volunteer opportunities but fear steps in.
Am I ready? am I healed enough to do this with the precision and lack of trigger it deserves? I get so moved by the beauty of being with someone, and truly witnessing them without the mask of keeping up appearances that I'm not sure I wouldn't get tears in my eyes. That might be sad for them if they misinterpret, so would be adding distress inadvertently.
I'm wondering what you all feel towards death and the process.
Is it sort of twisted I see so much beauty in the process? I don't want to judge myself like that but most people avoid death, find it sad.
Is it odd to see it as beautiful? Not in a seeking it way but reverent, a transition, a release from the physical to a new phase of the journey.
As usual my post isn't clear, I guess I'd just like your take on this bring 4th