In my minds eye I picture a baby developing in it's mothers womb. It's origin, a single cell. It grew and now it's world is pretty nice as it has plenty to eat, is warm and maturing nicely. Then it's world comes crashing down and the child is pushed and shoved toward the birth canal. As the child progresses through this experience... the experience that will end the only world it has known... on the other side is a family waiting for the arrival of the child. Of course the child doesn't know what awaits it but with out a doubt the child will soon be in this new world.
When the child is born it is welcomed with cheers and love. The child will be nurtured and cared for and have the opportunity to grow. When death finally takes one of us, we also will begin a journey not unlike the one described above. We will emerge from this life into another where we are born (again). We will be welcomed by those who took this journey before us. We will be welcomed with cheers and love.
We feel the loss in our hearts for those that have taken this journey. The feelings are deep and personal but one must remember that this is a journey we will all take. The time we spend on this world is but a blink in the eye of time. We will soon enough be with those who have passed before us.
To me there is a relationship between being born and death.
