death is as natural as breath

hummingbird baby and eggI’ve been watching a hummingbird cam (

Two eggs were laid, only one has hatched. In the “chat” that runs along side the cam, yesterday, most people were bemoaning the egg that didn’t hatch.

The mother seems unconcerned about the egg, her focus is on what is–keeping her new hatchling warm and fed. She is attentive to life living.

Most humans have an inate fear of death, yet death is around us, always. The present moment is steadily falling away, dying into the next what is. If we truly sink into this truth, our reality shifts permanently. Death is as natural as breath. The “br” of breath, the first two letters of birth; death begins with “d”–perhaps representing our denial. But if the present didn’t fall away, there would be no room for what is unfolding right now. That’s the reality in the manifested world; all must give way. That’s the way of it. As the Borg says, “Resistance is futile.”

© Amrita Skye Blaine, 2013
photo credit for hatchling and egg


One thought on “death is as natural as breath

  1. lynn woodward

    Oh, Amrita and I still want to say “Skye” because it’s so big and attracts me so:

    This blog is especially poignant for me today. Yesterday I worked with a dying hospice patient. (OK, we’re all dying, but she was getting pretty close.) There was in her heart what showed itself to me as a very small baby, a tiny thing — I had the impression that it never gotten to more than maybe two inches long. As I held it in my hands, and her in my heart, she let it go, oh so tenderly.

    Perhaps the timing with Tegan’s pregnancy helped make this poignant, but of course I didn’t even think of that until I had already started to write this response.

    I have bookmarked TWO eagle cams and a heron cam. Now I will had a hummer. Thank you.

    We have a sticky wet snow today, so the green around the rim of this hummer nest looks especially brilliant. These snows bring out the towhees, who aren’t feeder birds but who do occasionally scratch under leaves nearby. Towhees do stand out in the snow! Then there was the deer play — racing and hopping in the air, twisting mid-air to kick up the back heels, kids with four hooves. What a window-watcher day.

    These are quick blurs of shots through the strings to keep the birds from slamming into the window, but they are what I could get. There were, in all, seven or eight deer doing circles in and out of the woods in a game of chase. (In my set-up, they do enlarge if you click on them.)

    Oh, ohhere comes another one .

    and here it is (very very blurry mad dash)…

    and here comes another — wow, look at the phase of its gait!

    Oh, how I wish I could have gotten pictures of the jumps!

    So what has happened with Raven? Has he seen the cardiologist? Any helpful info? And, because it’s a question sort of day, have you found another house that interests you? Love, Lynn


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