The Role of Death in the Circle of Life by Molly

The role of death in the circle of life

As I sit here

death is all around me

canopying the ground

with a blanket of brown

and yet still buzzing, teeming, throbbing with life.

My womb sheds its lining

another egg that didn’t make it.

and baby chicks in the nest hatch

and then fail to take a first breath

Sometimes things die

because they didn’t get something they needed

And, sometimes they die

because their time has come

Sometimes they die

to make room for something else

and sometimes they die

and nourish and nurture the new growth

It is all part of the same whole

this tapestry that Life is weaving

day in and day out

New bursting forth from old

giving birth

over and over and over again

letting go

over and over and over again

Shedding, bleeding, giving, dying, flowing, knowing

Saying goodbye and hello

This pulse, this rhythm too

this ebb, this flow

is part of the greater whole

each thread

some picked up,

some let go

becomes a part of the tapestry

Nature has a higher loss tolerance rate than we do

I know that from sad, personal experience

and a multitude of observations

What matters

is that the overall pulse keeps beating

that the overall heart keeps singing

and that mother hens continue trying to hatch new chicks.

–Molly, 2012

When I go down to the woods alone, sit on a rock and open my mouth, sometimes poetry comes out. This summer, I was very sad when one of our mother hens hatched two new babies who died immediately. It is depressing to have them come so far and then not make it. For one of my ecology lessons at OSC, I wrote the following:

“… baby chicks are one of the things that make me believe in “the Goddess.” Maybe that sounds silly, but when I sit before a nest and see the bright black eyes and soft down of a new baby chick, where before there was just an egg, I feel like I am truly in the presence of divinity. This, this is Goddess, I think whenever I see one. There is just something about the magic of a new chick that brings the miracle of the sustaining force of life to my attention in a profound way. (New babies of all kinds do it for me, but there is something extra special about chicks!) Of course, when several died, I couldn’t help but feel sad about all of that work and that wasted potential and how that little baby had come so far only to die shortly after hatching, but that, to me, is part of Goddess/Nature/Life Force too. I do not believe in a controlling/power-over deity who can give life or take it away at will or at random. I know that things just happen, that the wheel keeps turning, and that while that force that I name Goddess is ever-present and able to be sensed and felt in the world and in daily life, it/she does not have any kind of ultimate “control” over outcomes.”

Anyway, I was feeling sort of like, WHY, why did they get this far and then die so quickly? When I sat in the woods and opened my mouth, the answer that I’ve transcribed above is what came out…

And, the following week I went out to the broody coop and in it was a brand new chick—the mother kept sitting and she got a fresh, bright, breathing baby for her efforts.

Molly is a certified birth educator, writer, and activist who lives with her husband and children in central Missouri. She is a breastfeeding counselor, a professor of human services, and doctoral student in women’s spirituality at Ocean Seminary College. She was recently ordained as a Priestess with Global Goddess. Molly blogs about birth, motherhood, and women’s issues at http://talkbirth.me and about thealogy and the Goddess at http://goddesspriestess.com