Death and Dying Support
“For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.”
Support through Life-threatening Illness
Receiving a significant diagnosis is a life-altering moment for individuals and their families. Along with it may come numbness and disbelief and a cascade of ensuing experiences as one faces the raw vulnerability of this human existence – a journey that is at times uncomfortable, at times expansive.
Working with Anat as an end-of-life therapist you might explore:
Surfacing feelings
The story of your life along with moments of pride, joy and regret
Tangible and symbolic losses you are experiencing
Unresolved relational issues
Giving and receiving forgiveness for past hurts
Existential and spiritual issues
Fear of death
Sadness, despair and giving up
Inner nourishment and wellbeing
Personal meaning and life purpose
Thanadoula: Death and Dying Guide
Approaching death as a sacred passage similar in some ways to birth, a Thanadoula or Death Midwife supports the family of the dying person as well as the individual, holding the sacred space and intention for a deeply meaningful and gently held journey at life's end and beyond.
As death approaches, working with Anat as thanadoula could include:
End-of-life therapy
Family grief support
Family healing meetings
End-of-life rituals for individual and family
Active-dying vigil planning and support
Energy work and sound healing
Live memorials
Post-mortem rituals
Story-telling circles
Assistance with disposition choices
Celebrant services
Call 503-479-8096 or email Anat LeBlanc for a free consultation: AnatLuceLeBlanc@gmail.com
“And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry void,
likeness, image of mystery,
I felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.”
“Maybe death isn’t darkness, after all, but so much light wrapping itself around us — as soft as feathers — that we are instantly weary of looking, and looking, and shut our eyes, not without amazement, and let ourselves be carried, as through the translucence of mica, to the river that is without the least dapple or shadow, that is nothing but light scalding, aortal light — in which we are washed and washed out of our bones.”
