What do you want to know, my daughter?
Do I have to die?
Shouldn't you be asking, Do I have to live?
But, Dear Mother, I love Life beyond words and this is why I don't want to die.
You know Death is only part of the Cycle of Life. The earth has given so much to us and we must give ourselves back to the earth.
Yes, I've heard it all before. What if there really is nothing beyond this realm? What if this is it?
Then, there is nothing.
But I'm afraid.
There is nothing to fear. You will simply come home to me.
But I'm having trouble believing in you. Believing you will be there for me.
I am here.
Do you not feel me cradling your heart? Do you not see my breath whirling through the cedars? Do you not hear the voices of comfort I surround you with each day?
Yes, Great Mother. But isn't this merely the heart beating, the wind blowing, the birds singing?
I am here because you notice me.
But you haven't finished telling me about Death. I don't think I will ever be ready to die.
When the time comes you will be ready.
Are you sure?
I am sure
. And will you notice me, be ready for me?
I will, my dear daughter.