the doors of the palace...

although there are many ways out of this life that don't seem to be honourable at all, death is al-ways a most holy and honourable moment in a persons life. even if i think about which were the most honourable way of departing this life - i am not sure. but i wish i'll be able to honour the moment.
birth and death are the grand portals that lead us into and release us out of our terrestrial lifes. if we do not recognize the brilliant divine palace of creation, we might not understand the meaning of the portal. these amazing doors connect the interior palace with the garden. the garden is the earth, here we are outside and set into circumstances. the palace is the heaven, place of harmony, eternity, timelessness and light. by the way, we are allowed to regard our own life, the composition of body, soul and spirit as another example of this divine architectur - as theresa of avila teached us releasing her inner castle. 

could it be possible that the immense increase of cancer as the perhaps most embarrassing lethal disease we have to face in our high-tech civilisation world emerge from the lack of respect for the death?
it seems to be easy to celebrate birth - somebody's arrival. 

it might be much harder to celebrate death - somebody's departure.
nevertheless we have to learn it. we have to relearn it. any death is a sacrament. 

we that we are to go on living have to accept this truth. 

real medicine - holy health.