Death Cafe Links and News Page
Ode to Death or Le Morte
Death is a good guise for late at night?
Fore No One looks or seeks death!
Death is certain too, come for us!
Of which is certain –
The time, day – night length of time?
O So uncertain?
When death does come, take deaths embrace –
Be calm well at ease, smile –
As death will be not like a thief in the night or accident of day!
Let go, let go, let go -
Of the shadow of deaths embrace, in this very moment of mind!
As within peace, there is no need of fear: All things/phenomena, arise and cease!
Come and go by its, their own nature ~
So death is too die and be born again?
So every thing else Matters!
By
P Richardson
video and article and book
interview with course creator
Article written for the Examiner
by Maria Hoagland of Death Cafe Sedona
Link: http://www.examiner.com/article/the-college-course-that-s-all-about-death#sthash.IaS5uvP7.gbpl
See more and comment...A beautiful open letter from Esther Rantzen to her friend Jilly Cooper which first appeared in The Telegraph.
Link: http://memrystone.com/memrylane/?p=23
See more and comment...
ABCnews posted 11/30/13
Dying in chains: why do we treat sick prisoners like this?
Posted by Jon Underwood on Nov. 17, 2013, 11:38 a.m. 1 comment
Shocking article about mistreatment of dying UK prisoners, in handcuffs as they die.
Photo shows Michael Tyrrell photographed by his daughter the day before he died: 'How much of a security risk could a terminally ill, 65-year-old man pose? Was it necessary to have him chained up in a way most of the British public would not think fit for an animal?'
Regarding the work I do and how I live my life, I often say...
- What will you do with the life you have and the time you have left?
- Begin with the end in mind, begin with your end in mind.
- Live now, love now, and always be prepared to let go.
Link: http://www.passionatelifeconsulting.com/about.html
See more and comment...
This is a thought-provoking discussion defining the body and the soul by Rabbi Aryeh Kaplan.
So named because of the large number of shipwrecks that have occured on its rocky shores.
But despite the ominous name, it is still frequented by budding surfers looking for a thrill-ride!
Amazing photostudy: This Guy’s Wife Got Cancer, So He Did Something Unforgettable.
Posted by Jon Underwood on Nov. 6, 2013, 5:08 p.m. 1 comment
Thanks very much Isabella El-Hasan Sarr. Photography by Angelo Merendino.
We're all about embracing new media, and we now have our very own Pinterest page with all sorts of intriguing deathy things!
You can follow us by visiting:
www.pinterest.com/deathcafe
Surrounded by Death and Wondering: Can Talking About Death Lead us to Become Less Violent?
Posted by carolsmaldino on Nov. 1, 2013, 11:55 a.m.
I am still afraid of death but less so, for the processing of it, what it correlates to in my own life, my psyche and experience. It is more like grief, about the stuff that seems and has seemed impossible.
I have come to feel that in our own horror of disappointments, imperfections, and the final one--death--that we tend to compensate by being the ones to kill, acting like we can live forever, and doing violence. Instead of processing the violation that is death, we violate and cause the violence: in our imaginations we undo the being violated.
My sense is that through processing death, the limits to our capacities and our imperfections, we equalize a playing field, perhaps make some peace and may not feel compelled to seek out a lust for violence so steadily...I hope...
Link: http://www.huffingtonpost/surrounded-by-death-and-wondering_b_4172963.html
See more and comment...During the Death Café Ed attended in October at Cafe Rouge, someone mentioned how we all ‘wear a mask’ in our everyday lives. It reminded him of this poem:
BY PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR 1872–1906
We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.
Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.
We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!
Link: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/paul-laurence-dunbar
See more and comment...
As my late husband was dying, he told the nurse that his wife had been good to him & that he appreciated the good care of his attending nurse. The nurse turned off the big monitor screen and told us she would leave the room & would know when he had passed. I will never forget that day or time. 5:51pm on 12/27/07. When he had passed, the depth of sadness was unbearable.
When your loved one is gone, they are GONE! there is no bringing them back.
For many years now I have told everyone I'll die when I'm 80. I'm now 74 and the nearer the deadline gets, the more exciting, meaningful and in-the-present life becomes.
Each and ever Death Cafe is magical. Full of laughter and a few tears -- beautiful mix of people and conversation. Nice.
Link: http://us6.campaign-archive2.com/?u=902a535dd54738c6523985d57&id=d309b34f71&e=09714ec789
See more and comment...