I was going to talk about how we are all connected, how we are all part of this huge and immensely intricate woven piece of beauty. It’s true, we are.
And we never know where those threads will take us, or who we will cross paths with. The massiveness of this spiritual and global tapestry is beyond our comprehension.
All of that is still valid. It’s important that we recognize our intertwined nature. Also though, it is so very necessary to honour when we need to step away from those links, and have alone time.
Nine years ago today my little sister went Home. Earlier this afternoon I hung out with my Empress, and it was lovely. But later, I knew the crash would come.
I miss my sibling more than I ever thought I would. Nine years feels like 900 decades and it feels like nine short minutes. Time means nothing when you are grieving.
What do we do when the pain is too much? When we’ve cried and cried and cried some more? When every memory hurts?
The Universe would like us to reach out, would like us to connect, would like us to share our burdens so that they are less heavy.
I’m doing that now. I’m telling you how death looks from here. It’s not good, but it’s also not going away. In order to get past it and acknowledge it, we must feel it.
Please, do me a favor. In the next few days, notice those mixed and mingled parts of your life, those connections to loved ones and friends and acquaintances. Hug those close to you, say hello to those who have gone on, and be kind to yourself.