Should Death be Illegal? Or There ought to be a Law
Rea L. Ginsberg, LCSW-C. ACSW, BCD
Wild running horse & poppies
VOICE No. 1 (Stormy Weather) Disturbing the peace,
Causing a breach,
Violation of a promise,
Rupture in loving relations,
Snapping harmonious connections,
Snatching attention from careful life balance,
Provoking disorderly conduct,
Obstructing the hard-won justice of the present,
Robbing the known future and master plan,
Bearer of sleepless nights, when the usual “we” reverts to only one, And yearning for reunion resounds,
Inciting to resentment and outrage. Death stirs anger.
It is an assault on emotional integrity, Peace of mind.
Death is roughly good for nothing.
It is off limits, unlicensed, illegitimate, Unauthorized.
It should be prohibited by official rules, Forbidden by statute, Banished.
Illegal, immoral, and insane.
People say all the wrong things, but there is no penalty. There ought to be a law against hurtful words: “Move on.”(where?) “Snap out of it.”(how?) “Get over it.”(when?) “Grief ends in two weeks.”(why??) “I know how you feel.”
You do? Do you really?
Two wild horses against the wind
VOICE No. 2 (Singing in the rain -- Let the sun shine in)
Death is powerful, overpowering. We are vulnerable, Open to every outer act.
Death lessons teach a love of life and limb, Laughter and natural beauty.
Love creates health.
We are resilient, Strong from our weakness, Kind from our pain, Compassionate from our losses, Humble from our suffering, Loving because we are.
Love is an ultimate moral promise. Ethical duties arise from all interpersonal relationships.
Death shows the value of community. We need others. “When you need me, I will come.” We thrive on moments of connection; They nourish well-being, creativity, and longevity.
To listen is a learned art, Best discovered from knowing death. Each is responsible for hearing others speak, Whether in words, body, or deeds. Listening transforms lives.
Humility is a virtue. Pass over the mistakes of others. Death shows us our common bond. If we always look down, We cannot see above ourselves. “A true genius admits that he knows nothing;” We assume Einstein knew.
Eating our words can be a wholesome diet.
Wry humor lifts the spirits confronting death, Creating positivity to offset The Ultimate Negative.
The path forward relies on the one that came before. The future is modeled by the past. We don’t do well in saying “no” to evolution. Death and dying are enlightening and refining this way.
There ought to be a law About words of understanding and silence that soothes, A code of ethics, A system of moral principles, To encourage the upward spiral Of post-traumatic development.
Death lessons are legal, necessary, and growth-promoting. Mental wellness holds this truth. It is not self-evident. Talk about it!
Ode to "Original Living" Honored-guest post by Monica Williams, MD
Flowers on an afternoon walk
Modern life has overly sanitized my living.
My “inside” air is cool and homogenous but contains little else.
Generated by a box with a mechanical hum, It transmits oxygen, yes, But none of the other elixirs of life.
So, unless your air is laced with birdsong and pine, I will pass…
In an ode to “original living.”
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Image credits: Monica Williams, MD Flowers on an afternoon walk, 4/24/17; Tree on campus at Princeton University; Relaxing, with a favorite view.
Tags: #nature #grounding #earth #healing #peace
...trees! Birdsong & pine...
Dr. Monica Williams-Murphy is a Board Certified Emergency Medicine Physician who practices at Huntsville Hospital in Huntsville, Alabama. -- Her appreciation of the natural world is deep and boundless.
“You will come to a place where the streets are not marked. Some windows are lighted, but mostly they're darked. But mostly they're darked. A place you could sprain both your elbow and chin! Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in? How much can you lose? How much can you win?” ― Theodor S. Geisel