Candlelight illuminates the face of the magic-filled child & his equally enchanted sister. And he will not remember this first of his birthdays.
"Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting," Wordswroth wrote in Intimations of Immortality. "The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star."
Bathing in the glow of the single flame we assume this one-year-old recalls nothing about his short past & less about the life ahead or the death that will one day spirit him from this world to the next.
Still, as Wordsworth also observed, "Heaven lies about us in our infancy!" Perhaps babies know more than we think.
The candle of life burns in the smallest child & remains until life's last moments when, many believe, we enter eternal light.
What fascinated me about my decades leading hospitals was the continuum of life within a single building. For example, during my tenure as CEO of Baptist, Nashville's largest hospital, seventeen new lives entered the world each day & two ended their earthly journey.
Babies were spending their first day ever with us. The dying, their last.
In between were all other patients in various states of deep need. Broken, they came to us for healing & relief.
What work could be more sacred?
This is the drama of caregiving. It is also where holiness resides.
It would be well if hospital caregivers honored arrivals & passings with ceremonies that exceed medical protocols. Rituals elevate everyday work.
Everything depends upon our ability to be fully present to life. The rituals of birth & death & the moments of agony caregivers attend are always important &, in spite of their frequency, never to be taken for granted.
The gift to those who practice Radical Loving Care is that each moment holds meaning.
-Erie Chapman

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