Death has never been an easy feat to overcome. With waves of grief that wash over you in the quick glimpse of a strangers smile or the way the sun touches your skin.
I’ve always been a bit insensitive to death
Maybe because I am more sensitive to its counterparts
Aware of the spiritual realm dancing around us
Communicating with us
Sending messages of reassurance
Viable to each receiver
My heart goes out to anyone who has lost someone
As I know the pain only goes away in the night when you’ve drifted silently into dream realms
The thought of going through another day without them eats at you
You can’t imagine it
So it’s much easier to pretend like you’re not alive so you don’t have to feel it anymore
It’s a constant paradox
To be living while simultaneously not alive
Those we have lost have a message for us
To live on
To live free
To enjoy the way the Golden light flickers on the trees
To hug those you love that much harder as if you were hugging those you lost through every interaction with another human
I don’t think they would want us to be sad
More so to use our sadness in a way of interacting with the world around us
Allowing it to burst open our hearts with more compassion for our neighbors
Feeling into the depths of all this humanness is messy and unknown
Yet there’s something about the way grief gifts you with a pallet of colors and says here
Go play
Go remember
Go let it out
Losing someone isn’t a linear process as with much else
But it’s a unique process
Individual to each person’s take on what death means to them
For me
It means a see you later
Almost as though the next time a bird comes singing over head I will hear your laughter
Or the way a blooming purple flower reminds me of your caring heart
You see death allows us to interact with the spiritual realm
A space that asks you to silence the minds despair and become receptive to the energetic synthesis of life & death
Many will harden themselves with the pain
Some will never be the same
But for those ready to step into the light of God
We must remember that for when a spirit chooses to leave this plane
It’s because their soul had its own timeline
A unique individualism of what they’ve come here to do, see, share, be
When we open our perceptions surrounding death we are able to look further into the humanness of our spiritual existence
How this flesh was created in and of the waters
How we return to the soil when our time has come
To nourish the land with our wisdom
Our tale, a story as old as time
I believe with each memory engraved within the earth of someone we love, comes a field of wild flowers
Drifting in the wind, powered by the sun
We must remember we were never meant to proclaim greatness over this land
But to watch as every instance unlocks the shackles of resistance
So we may return home once more to our Great Creator
The one whom stitched life into the womb of our mother
For when we return to the Earth we are interconnected by the Great Web of Life
A synthesized relationship between all living and dead things