For those of you who don't know, This is the work I do in private
Assisting The dying
Creating Ritual and Sacred space
Washing and Preparing the body for burial
Over The past 20 years I have assisted over 50 persons to die gracefully
bringing comfort to family and community connected to these souls
I am now being called to bring this work out
Beyond The Clinical /Hospital /Aged Care settings.
Bringing This Natural work back to the Family and Community
To assist in the Ancient art of Midwifing The dying
and blessing the dead
It is my intention that we understand the dying process again and without fear
and gain the skills needed to assist our loved ones at this divine threshold.
Practical assistance and advice surrounding all aspects of the dying process.
Healing for the terminally ill and families
Ritual & Sacred Space for the dying
Laying out of Body
If you have any need of these services : please contact me
Available for Home, Hospital, Aged Care and Consultation.
In The rawness of death, you can see how beautiful life is.
If you would like more information : We will be holding a Wisdom Circle on the 1st march 2014
*check the tab: Sacred Space for the Dying*
*A good explanation of what a Death doula is
* "A death doula is someone who undergoes training to assist the dying and their family members. While the word “doula” comes from a Greek word which means “woman who serves,” a death doula can be of any gender, and the background of a death doula can be incredibly diverse. In regions where death doulas are available for the dying, they generally work through hospice and in-home care programs.
Caring for someone who is dying can be traumatic and confusing for family members, especially in a culture where caring for the dead is not ingrained in society. A death doula can guide family members through the process of death, telling them what to expect and acting as an advocate for them and for the decedent with representatives of the hospital, funeral homes, and other personnel who may be involved in the death process.
For the dying, a death doula offers comfort, support, and companionship. Many death doulas work in groups, so that someone will always be available to sit at the deathbed, and doulas may sit quietly with the dying, sing to them, talk with them, or offer other acts of companionship. Death doulas with nursing training may also offer some end of life care, ranging from providing medication to bathing the dying.
Many people associate the term “doula” with a midwife, thanks to the growing doula movement which provides support and advocacy for expecting mothers. Death doulas regard their work as equally important, as life and death are two sides of the same coin, and some even call themselves “death midwives” to stress the connection between birth and death. Like doulas who help expecting mothers, death doulas may provide a range of services, tailoring their offerings to the needs of their clients".
The day I met Death
It was a regular day .Nothing out of the ordinary.
Home from work and another soul passed over.
Sad, profound and beautiful.
The family were of course devastated. How do you tell a loved one of someone deceased, that you did all you could and now they are at peace?
You just do.
You offer solace and shoulder to cry on. You offer a break down of the medical process of the body preparing to go home.
You offer your heart in their grief.
You answer questions and offer advice on the next step if needed.
Yes, a normal day at work.
Blessed, privileged and drained.
Exhausted, I go to sleep.
I wake to find myself staring up at Death.
He was silently watching me.
It was bizarre because although I was staring up at him, I could see my whole room laid out before me. I could see my husband and my body lying in our bed.
The lamp was on.
I was watching him, watching me.
He was massive and his head touched the 12 foot ceiling.
I wasn't scared; he emanated an absolute power and a finality that I find hard to describe.
He held a staff and was hooded.
His face was void. I could have fell into that void, forever.
There was peace there.
At this point my head was swimming. All I kept hearing in my mind “was wake up and breathe”.
I was at some point, I think holding my breath. It felt like his robe was enfolding me and I was suffocating.
It would have been a good death, enfolded in his arms.
I didn’t want to wake up. I wanted to stay in his presence. I never took my eyes off him.
Next thing I was bolt upright and gasping for air.
Well what do you expect, when death is near?
There was no lamp on and I was like, what just happened?
It wasn't dream, it was real, I had just met death.
This happened over 15 years ago.
What was his message? You know what, every time I think I’ve figured it out. I know I really haven’t.
I’m not supposed to.
All I know, death is a bridge we all must cross. And I know he will be there when it’s my turn.
It gives me endless comfort.
That was my first encounter with Death in a such a physical, all senses tuned in ,visceral way and I shall never forget it.
He is still around me , Albeit in a not so dramatic way!
He brings comfort, solace and understanding of the death and dying process.
He enfolds those grieving within his arms and offers peace.
Not to mention those he take's home.
He is the Gatekeeper from this life to the next.
All encompassing from life to death and beyond.