The waves of our breaths are the waves of love and life. With each breath we breath in with our breath the breath of life. We breath ut and we are touched by our own mortality of our sacred living body as our lungs bring in life and our hearts pump in through this amazing temple we call our body. Here in moments of silent or stress we are reminded at a need intuitive level that our bodies will no longer be able to survive and I am reminded of the pace between here and the place our physcial bodies will no longer be needed...
...As time goes by, I have witness the tide receeding with little tide pools breaming with life and wonder; rocks to climb for spectacular views of the sun's after glow filling the sky and my heart and soul with so much love and warmth that I will always have...
Namaste
December 20,2015
I recongnized the healing as I breathed out and knew that it was not meant for me to follow, the breath of God and my loved ones was meant to stay in me, with me. This was the most difficult time, the time when taking in a deep breath filled me with so much love and the release of that breath was anything but. I knew I had to breath for my bodies health, but I also knew I wanted to feel that breath constantly like a breezed blowing over my soul. The same breeze that guided my loved ones over the vary waves through the divide. That divide was so clearly present, so real and tangible. All I did was stand there, watching and matching my breaths to the waves and finding the love and peace in every gift of that breath that was given to me... . . . .
Writer's Notes: Please, over look my errors and any incompletelness in my writings. I dont really edit as I write. I write from my heart and soul, from the creative part of my brain. To switch over to my logic side is like the song "kick up the leaves and all the magic is gone"
I want to thank my Unka Dennis for inspiring me just to write and not get hung up in the presentation. Unka Dennis you were so right. Thank You!
When my loved ones passed I stood on the shore between our reality and what is to be for me in the future. I mourned them there from that shore staring at the wide spance seperating me from them as I watched the waves ebb and flow back and forth accross the waters surface as they drifted further and further from my sight, until they were gone over the horizin into the light of the setting sun. And there I stood in the silence and the void with only the gentle waves coming to shore lapping as the gentle salty water kissed and carressed my feet.And, as my breath released them it has released me just as the tide receeded and the sand began to dry I was able to witness the glory and beauty of where they went. Yet still knowing that wave that breath will always remind me we are all connected and will always be. That same breeze that guided my loved ones over the vary waves through the divide. That divide was so clearly present, so real and tangible. All I did was stand there, watching and matching my breaths to the waves remembering and feeling that gift of knowing of our connection, our bond since before time and eternity.
...As time goes by, I have witness the tide receeding with little tide pools breaming with life and wonder; rocks to climb for spectacular views of the sun's after glow filling the sky and my heart and soul with so much love and warmth that I will always have...
Namaste
December 20,2015
Post Notes: I stood there a long time waiting at that shore, for me it was exactly a year. There in my pain and sorrow I worked through those feeling of yearning to be with them as I breath them into me with each breath I felt their love, their life fill me and when I breathed out I felt my own imortality. The reminder that that it wasnt my time, I was so fragmented as I stood in the world we knew and peering into the light of the life I knew I will live. I didn't have a desire for death, only a desired to be with all my loved ones, the ones in this life sharing the same beach of life and those who have crossed the great divide now living in God's Light.
I recongnized the healing as I breathed out and knew that it was not meant for me to follow, the breath of God and my loved ones was meant to stay in me, with me. This was the most difficult time, the time when taking in a deep breath filled me with so much love and the release of that breath was anything but. I knew I had to breath for my bodies health, but I also knew I wanted to feel that breath constantly like a breezed blowing over my soul. The same breeze that guided my loved ones over the vary waves through the divide. That divide was so clearly present, so real and tangible. All I did was stand there, watching and matching my breaths to the waves and finding the love and peace in every gift of that breath that was given to me... . . . .
Writer's Notes: Please, over look my errors and any incompletelness in my writings. I dont really edit as I write. I write from my heart and soul, from the creative part of my brain. To switch over to my logic side is like the song "kick up the leaves and all the magic is gone"
I want to thank my Unka Dennis for inspiring me just to write and not get hung up in the presentation. Unka Dennis you were so right. Thank You!
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