As a Catholic, I have heard this concept my entire life. My mother would reference it when we needed to prune a shrub. We see symbols of this truth in nature, the workplace and in families. The frigid winter gives birth to brilliant colors and song birds. A colleague resists exerting justifiable power and instead, lifts you up. The parent chooses to avoid the “eternal dance” with their adult child that perpetuates a destructive relationship. Dying to my cravings for power – – – actually empowers me. In my quest for joy, I must die to old habits, use the Lenten and Buddhist discipline of small denials, of dying, every minute of my life. (Pema Chodron, Thich Nhat Hanh, Catholic teaching).