Time passes as it does and the Wolfpack has come to develop a new rhythm together. Little Bear has added a joy to our lives that we never knew existed. My big boys, Eagle Boy and Little Fox are so smitten with him. They take him in under their growing wings and tails and nurture him, hug and love him. They feed him, play with him, and carry him. Our hearts are wide open to him.
It makes me think of the Amish saying that to love is to know suffering, but it’s worth it. Someone I knew closely for a little while dropped their physical robe this week. My higher self understands that death is normal and natural and that we are eternal. My lower self is quite selfish and sad that we have to let those people go. So, I sit in the middle with both feelings. It has been a while since I have had to let someone close to me go. I think of the ones around me that I have great attachments to, like my family. Also, I am reminded of my own mortality and aging. I don’t mind aging. There is so much to learn. But one day my parents will pass. My grandparents already have lifted the veil themselves and are free in the spirit world. They have been released. But one day it will be me. To ponder over that is very hard and a little uncomfortable. I believe life is very holy, because we have breath. I believe we are holy people and have the opportunity to have the holy spirit infuse us daily. To understand the many languages and cultures of the world, especially with the world wide web connecting us across time and space.
So in the spirit of slow-living and being intentional I give thanks to Creator. I give thanks that I had no idea what I was doing but Creator led me. In fact, I had enough trust and faith to listen, to walk the path. I allowed my Self to walk backwards across time and space and heal, so that I could move forward. And I speak in a deeper way, a way that leads one across many realms and lives. A Way where karma is lifted, and new intentions are born. My ancestors, or as Eagle Boy says Grancesters led the way for me, and my family served as an anchor.
I know I am hard on myself at times and have had to learn a lot about self-love. But I will say that despite any negative self-talk I have been good about following my intution this past decade or so. I followed my intuition when I saw my husband Strong Heart. I knew Creator was speaking to me above the loud noises of this realm. He is the One for me, and I am the One for him. And then over the years I listened and heard the Song of my first son, Eagle Boy. He sang to me and I sang to him, and then he came to be with us. Little Fox, quiet and sweet, slipped here to this earth to a family he knew he loved. He could see us from the spiritual realm and knew we all belonged. Then, came several years of release and growth. I was not ready to welcome another spirit earthside until I released and purified my spirit. But, those days of inner work came and went, and Little Bear sang his song to my heart.
So, I know all of this is worth it, even though we suffer as well when we lose someone we love. I just hope there are many many moons filled with as much joy as the joy we know now. I do not want to suffer, but sorrow comes anyway, because it is part of the human journey. Until then, I will be intentional to the best of my imperfect ability to love with a heart wide open, and to be teachable. I am learning that stories are eternal. They connect us and are even more powerful than we understand. Stories seek me out. I seek out stories. We are finding each other.
Please say a prayer of celebration for the one who I knew. She has passed, no longer suffering, but her loved ones remain with their sorrow. We celebrate her, and we each do that in our own way.
Nurturing Spirit 