From my body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
We are eternal..when our body leaves this earth, it returns to home.The universal collective conscious.
We never really die, we are a part life for eternity.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
Mary Elizabeth Frye
I have been doing a lot of healing with grief/ loss and the souls Journey with clients lately.
I was privileged tonight to be called to do a healing and ritual on soul that is ready to Journey home.
It was a honour, as always.
With love and grace in my heart as I get ready to slumber, I feel all my ancestors from the beginning,They live on to this very day,all around and within.
And so it goes ♥