To Walk with Death Is to Fall Madly in Love with Life
There is a sacred paradox that lives at the heart of our human experience: the more intimately we walk with death, the more wildly, vividly, and reverently we fall in love with life.
To walk with death is not to dwell in darkness or despair. It is to awaken. It is to stand barefoot on the edge of impermanence and feel the pulse of eternity in your chest. It is to savour the fleeting, to treasure the now, and to live with fierce gratitude and fearless joy.
After a deep loss, I found myself standing at the edge of the sea, the waves crashing like a heartbeat too big for my chest. I wept into the wind, and the ocean held me. She didn’t try to fix me. She just reminded me that everything rises and falls. That grief, too, is a tide. That even in sorrow, there is beauty. That moment cracked me open. It made me prone to wonder. It taught me that grief and gratitude are sisters—and that to feel deeply is to be fully alive.
There was a time when a vision came through so urgently, I couldn’t ignore it. It was the seed of an oracle deck, pulsing with archetypal fire. I had just emerged from a season of loss, and something in me knew: this creation couldn’t wait. It wasn’t just art—it was a reclamation—a resurrection. Death had cleared the path. And in that clearing, my soul spoke louder than ever.
When we remember that nothing lasts forever, we stop sleepwalking through our days. We begin to notice the golden light spilling through the trees, the way laughter lingers in the air, the miracle of breath, of touch, of presence. We stop waiting for the “right time” and start living as if every moment is holy—because it is.
Death, in its quiet wisdom, strips away illusion. It burns through the false. It reminds us that we are not here to play small or stay safe. We are here to live fully, love wildly, and create boldly.
Let this knowing ignite your courage. Let it be the fire that fuels your truth-telling, your risk-taking, your soul’s deepest longing. When we walk with death as an ally, we stop fearing failure. We stop postponing our dreams. We stop hiding our hearts.
Because what is there to lose when everything is already passing? And what is there to gain, if not the raw, radiant fullness of being alive?
To live with death at your side is to live as a mystic, a poet, a lover of the sacred ordinary. It is to kiss the world with your whole soul. It is to dance barefoot in the fire of your becoming. It is to create art that matters, to speak words that heal, to leave behind a trail of beauty and truth.
This is not morbid. This is holy. This is the path of the awakened heart.
So let death be your muse, your mirror, your reminder. Let it call you home to what matters most. Let it teach you how to live—not someday, but now.
Because of this moment? This breath? This love?
It’s everything,
Suzy Xx
Holy Companion
By Suzy Cherub
She walks beside me—
not to haunt,
but to hallow.
In her stillness,
I remember:
what fades
is what frees.
Because it ends,
I love deeper.
Because it ends,
I live brighter.
Death is no thief—
she is the threshold.
And life?
The flame made holy
by her touch.