Death.

"Death is nothing to fear. It is only another dimension." ~Wayne Dyer

I think I've written a lot about death but then it's a part of life so I guess that's to be expected. 

Whitney Houston died this weekend. I'm not as frazzled by this as most of the people I know. I would be more frazzled if it were my parents or my brother or cousins/aunts/uncles/friends - Whitney made great music but I wouldn't say my life is very empty without her in it. 

Came home to the news of three totally unrelated deaths - the death of a neighbour, the uncle of one of my mom's friends  and the best friend of the nephew of another one of my mom's friends. I've always heard that death comes in threes so I guess this is it for a while. 

(I've also been told that one must NEVER point at a cemetery and that if one does one must bite each finger so that spirits would not follow one home... now you know...)

I gave in and bought this book: 

it's the second in the series and is a twist on the Persephone/Hades story... I find it interesting (my mom doesn't - "too much fantasy", she says) - I like how the author weaves the concept of souls moving on or returning to the world. 

Death doesn't bother me... I'm a believer in reincarnation - mostly because it just makes so much more sense to me. I wonder about people that don't believe in it... if they could explain why not I'd listen. Am sure it would be an interesting discussion. 

peace,

Ren