Transformation

My beloved Mother has died.

December 6th, 23:55pm 2022; 82 years young. I saw mum take her last Breath, it was all over, so I thought.

After the nurse confirmed her pulse had stopped, I sat quietly in the chair opposite her bed and just watch my Mother’s body.

This photo is my last ever of mum. It was taken a few moments before she transformed.

I decided to return to the care home the following day to pick up mums things and paper work. When I arrived, I was greeted by this spiritual message.

When I saw The Butter Fly on the door of mums room, it spoke to me deeply.

I love Butterflies.

I have been photographing Butterflies for a number of years. To watch a Caterpillar transform into a Butterfly is one of the most astonishing things I have ever seen in my life. It represents a magical, spiritual transformation of energy, shape and form.

My Mother has transformed; she has broken free of her Chrysalis; her constrained body, withered by time, her mind under attack by the demented, Dementors known as Dementia.

She is finally free.

I am currently experiencing my own transformation; i feel the push, pull and struggle of my inner self liberation and self actualisation.

It’s all ok.

I understand it now.

Every transformation is uncomfortable.

Be with it.

Allow it.

Welcome it.

Something or someone must die or be removed off the chess board of life in order for the game to continue. Yes, life goes on - I recognise my duty and responsibility to honour the love I have for my mother everyday, for the rest of my life.

New beginnings always come as a result of a sad ending.😢

Mum is with me.

My Butterfly is free.

“Life and death are illusions. We are in a constant state of transformation”.

Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu