I write a lot about death, I’ve noticed.

Is it not the ONE thing that is guaranteed for us all?

So I figure, why not take a closer look, see what it is teaching us.

I started wearing this black ring around the ring-finger of my left hand.

Where a typical engagement and wedding ring should go.

… to me it has been a symbol of marrying my own death.

Acknowledging in every moment,

This body is finite.

Reminding myself – you can’t take anything with you…

besides Love.

You are bound to death and it to you, for better or worse, so long as we all shall live.

Kinda liberating – dontcha think?