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helpful hints Shortly after Jan passed, three women from the Center for End of Life Transitions, a Buddhist group, arrived to prepare Jan’s body. They gently washed her and dressed her in a beautiful white linen dress and draped her with a white lace covered with red and yellow Gladiolus. She looked so beautiful. And, inexplicably, a perceptible smile appeared on Jan’s face when there had not been one minutes before. For three hours, Hospice staff and friends came by to say goodbye and experience the powerful energy in the room. It was so beautiful.
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group of humans have purposefully taken into challenging & troubled waters,
charting a course, following a vision, toward a brighter more whole and loving
place? Who has modeled and demonstrated
great balance and grace and earned her angel wings in this earthly adobe? Whose
tenderness and beauty are dazzling yet quiet?
Who has pointed out coherent paths that you never knew existed?
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One long last hug
across the distance, until we meet again on the other side of the veil….
This is absolutely beautiful. The poignant pictures match the sentiments. Thank you for this reminder of how important it is just to cherish.
And what a fertile environment to grow from!
yep, that is me,that green unfolding from under a big pile of shit…good news is I am not the shit!
hoping to bring some of the mountain rain to the thirsty desert with me today.
Oh my. What will you become. What will you grow into? Don’t forget to soak in the sunshine and weather the storms! And to leave all that shit behind you.
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a huge orchestra of
spider strings glistening
though I can’t hear
I hesitate to go
out into it,
socks and shoes
but its voice is
loud and laughing,
come play! OK!
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Ooohhh…beautiful images! My favorites: the eagle and the ‘shrooms…Keep ’em comin girlfriend – these are fodder for dreamtime…
Oh, your playmates are lovely! They all look friendly except the serious-looking feathered dude! I suppose the others told you, “Dew drop in” to play!
‘The cells seem to come out of nowhere.’ I love love love this powerful truth of nature – the Song of the Chrysalis. To me, it seems to be a reminder of Carl Jung’s Acausal Connecting Theory – synchronicity.
The day after my last
post, several weeks ago, I had a very pivotal day. In the morning I found something I had written
two July’s ago about what happens in a chrysalis:
in the chrysalis, every dream is unique and precious. As the old self totally
liquefies, we can allow ourselves to deeply explore our essential self,
protected from the speed and crazy cultural programming outside. There is a great opportunity for truth, but
this is also a time of vast creativity.
Can I let go, surrender on deeper and deeper levels and just luxuriate
in nothing and not knowing?”
a caterpillar buries itself inside its cocoon, it waits to morph into a
butterfly. The caterpillar does not simply shrink a bit and sprout wings.
Instead, it sort of disintegrates into a puddle of ooze within the
cocoon. If we were to open the cocoon halfway through the process, we
would not find a half-caterpillar half-butterfly type creature, but a blob of
goop…The original ooze cells are NOT changing into these new cells, but rather
the new cells seem to come out of nowhere. They just appear out of thin
air so to speak… These new cells are called imaginal cells and they are so
completely different from the original ooze cells that they are thought to be a
virus or some other form of enemy so the ooze cells begin attacking the
imaginal cells… the imaginal cells continue to multiply and cluster
I feel that I have been
in a chrysalis for about 5 years….maybe why I am drawn to insects these days.
Mid morning I got a
call that a project that I started on 10 years ago (that has been languishing
at 99% complete for 5 years and seemingly nothing could be done to complete it)
had suddenly and rather unexpectedly come to conclusion. A huge duty over… freedom… monstrous gush of
relief! That seemed so foreign, I did
not know what to do with it, and did not even celebrate, just sobbed my thanks and
appreciation. It seemed that the reflections over the next several weeks about
the thing were more coherent than the thing itself.
Sometime it is difficult
to tell what is real from its reflection.
Or are they both illusions?