The first Death Café in Vancouver held on April 17,
2013 turned out to be a lovely and intimate affair. The 14 people who
attended, hosts included, found themselves in a warm, charming and rustic
neighbourhood market-café thanks to the gracious donation of space by Le Marché
St. George.
After a short
break for tea, fruits, croissants and cake we resumed the conversation. We presented this invitation to the
conversationalists: Please think of something you would like to
ask those present that would illuminate a question you have about death, dying
and their meaning for life. The
three questions that emerged to shape the conversation: For
people who work with death, how do you face clients and their families and deal
with the emotions around a client dying? How do people prepare for death? What
is the experience of being a close friend / family member to someone who is
dying?
Finally, we
closed the circle by asking everyone:
Please share how the
conversation tonight might have influenced your thoughts on death, dying and
their meaning for life. Here conversationalists shared thoughtful reflections
which included a stirring recitation of the poem “The Way It Is” by William
Stafford and reverberant acapella lines from “The Peace of the Wild Things,” a poem by Wendell Berry
arranged for choral performance by Joan Szymko.
We would like
to extend sincere gratitude to all the conversationalists for this evening of
deep listening and sharing. Your
presence, attention and insight are invaluable! Evaluations rated the event highly and many positive
comments were left. We will
certainly incorporate your thoughtful comments and suggestions in preparing for
the next Death Café Vancouver!
Submitted by hosts,
Joan Trinh Pham & Ross Waddell
About the Hosts:
Ross Waddell is a strategic planning consultant to public and not-for-profit organizations. He currently advises the hospice palliative care community on political and public advocacy. Ross also co-leads a local section of an international association that conducts research and education on and with people who have had near-death experiences (iands.org). He is inspired by the stories of experiencers who for the most part have no fear of death following their experience.
Joan Trinh Pham is an art ninja disguised as a palliative care nurse. She currently works with elders and their family in a residential care setting. Joan is passionate about creating and sharing artistic work related to death & dying. She is an aspiring professional doodler who hopes to inspire and contribute to resonant and honest conversations so that people can #dieawesome. Her work can be found at www.joantrinhpham.com.
The Way It Is
There’s a thread you follow. It
goes among
things that change. But it doesn’t change.
People wonder about what you are pursuing.
You have to explain about the thread.
But it is hard for others to see.
While you hold it you can’t get lost.
Tragedies happen; people get hurt
or die; and you suffer and get old.
Nothing you do can stop time’s unfolding.
You don’t ever let go of the thread.
things that change. But it doesn’t change.
People wonder about what you are pursuing.
You have to explain about the thread.
But it is hard for others to see.
While you hold it you can’t get lost.
Tragedies happen; people get hurt
or die; and you suffer and get old.
Nothing you do can stop time’s unfolding.
You don’t ever let go of the thread.
— William Stafford
The Peace of
Wild Things
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
— Wendell Berry
Hi Ross - what a unique way to share the message! Please email me for off line discussion. Are you going to this year's conference in Washington DC! I've sent several letters to Military offices in Wash DC inviting them to join us! L.P. Truax ( we took the same van to the airport after last year's conference0
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