A note on time, change and yearning

As the date makes clear, it has been a long while since I touched base. In fact, I thought I had lost this space I so painstakingly created a few years ago. I had to search out to find.... me. Very strange feeling indeed. However, I found the site, changed the password and found myself reading anew entries I made in what seems to be a life time ago. It is good to be back. No, it is good to have made my way back as what is becoming clear is that this is a road I am set to stay on. Over the years, I have continued to dabble, explore, search and think about what is means to be a death doula. Time has sped by. Months and indeed years have passed but still the yearning remains.

Yearning: to desire eagerly, strongly and persistently; to feel a tenderness or sympathy towards; to really, really want something; to hanker

I am not sure where this yearning originates. All I know that as soon as I heard the term 'death doula' I knew, I just innately knew that was my future. I very, very seldom get such strong messaging. I have only once before new that something.. or in that case, someone was set to be 'my future'. And even then I did not really understand. I only knew the full meaning of the term, the phrase, the thought. What I have held on to - then and now - is the conviction.