Eluring

"The universe exists solely of waves of motion ..There exists nothing other than vibration."
~ Walter Russell

Artist: Buddy James
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Expected Death ~ When someone dies, the first thing to do is nothing. Don't run out and call the nurse. Don't pick up the phone. Take a deep breath and be present to the magnitude of the moment.

There's a grace to being at the bedside of someone you love as they make their transition out of this world. At the moment they take their last breath, there's an incredible sacredness in the space. The veil between the worlds opens.

We're so unprepared and untrained in how to deal with death that sometimes a kind of panic response kicks in. "They're dead!"

We knew they were going to die, so their being dead is not a surprise. It's not a problem to be solved. It's very sad, but it's not cause to panic.

If anything, their death is cause to take a deep breath, to stop, and be really present to what's happening. If you're at home, maybe put on the kettle and make a cup of tea.

Sit at the bedside and just be present to the experience in the room. What's happening for you? What might be happening for them? What other presences are here that might be supporting them on their way? Tune into all the beauty and magic.

Pausing gives your soul a chance to adjust, because no matter how prepared we are, a death is still a shock. If we kick right into "do" mode, and call 911, or call the hospice, we never get a chance to absorb the enormity of the event.

Give yourself five minutes or 10 minutes, or 15 minutes just to be. You'll never get that time back again if you don't take it now.

After that, do the smallest thing you can. Call the one person who needs to be called. Engage whatever systems need to be engaged, but engage them at the very most minimal level. Move really, really, really, slowly, because this is a period where it's easy for body and soul to get separated.

Our bodies can gallop forwards, but sometimes our souls haven't caught up. If you have an opportunity to be quiet and be present, take it. Accept and acclimatize and adjust to what's happening. Then, as the train starts rolling, and all the things that happen after a death kick in, you'll be better prepared.

You won't get a chance to catch your breath later on. You need to do it now.

Being present in the moments after death is an incredible gift to yourself, it's a gift to the people you're with, and it's a gift to the person who's just died. They're just a hair's breath away. They're just starting their new journey in the world without a body. If you keep a calm space around their body, and in the room, they're launched in a more beautiful way. It's a service to both sides of the veil.

~Sarah Kerr, Ritual Healing Practitioner and Death Doula

Äkki suur osa inimkonnast on õnnetu, sest usume, et asi on õige siis, kui see on suur? Et kui suurelt ei tee või suurelt välja ei paista, siis sel pole väärtust? Antud uskumus paneb meid ignoreerima elu ja unikaalseid inimlikke kingitusi, mis meile antud.

Me ei kirjuta, sest äkki need ei saa kuulsaks.
Me ei tantsi, kuna see ei paista teistele äge.
Me ei tee kunsti, sest teistele äkki ei meeldi.
Me ei kata kaunilt lauda, sest see on ju ainult meie perele.
Usun, et saad aru, mida mõtlen.

Mis paneb omakorda mõtlema, kui palju me ikkagi teiste jaoks elame? Me tahame ju ise olla rahulolevad, õnnelikud. Tegevuste teostamine, mida naudime, teeb meid rõõmsaks, mis sest, et mitte kuulsaks?

Muidugi on tore teha seda, mida armastad ning veel toredam, kui see kukub hästi välja ja saad sellega elatist teenida. Ma arvan, et on ülimõnus olla tunnustatud, kiidetud ning tähele pandud.

Aga…äkki valet suurust ja “õigsust” kummardades, me ei märka väikeseid, kuid maailma kõige olulisemaid asju…
- kui su sõber on sulle toeks;
- kui keegi katab imeilusalt laua, olgugi, et olete kahekesi;
- kui keegi teeb piruka, sest sa tuled külla;
- vanaema, kes kasvatab tomateid;
- sõber, kes julgeb õppida uusi asju, inspireerides sindki;
- kui laps kirjutab su sünnipäevakaardile enda tehtud luuletuse.

Äkki inimkonna ilu seisneb hoopis pisikestes argipäevastes tegudes? Naeratustes, heatahtlikkuses, viisakuses, lugupidamises, huumoris, olemasolemises, sirutuste tegemises? Vahel on väike palju suurem, kui suur ise.

Et meil kõigil oleks tarkust ja südant näha suurust ka imepisikestes, igavates elu ja teiste kingitustes.

"Mathematics is the language with which God wrote the Universe."
~ Galileo

Alpha And Omega

Luna Woman~

SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL....

.... but she didn't know what that meant.

When she was a little girl
they told her she was beautiful
but it had no meaning
in her world of bicycles
and pigtails
and adventures in make-believe.

Later, she hoped she was beautiful
as boys started taking notice
of her friends
and phones rang for
Saturday night dates.

She felt beautiful on her wedding day,
hopeful with her
new life partner by her side
but, later,
when her children called
her beautiful,
she was often exhausted,
her hair messily tied back,
no make up,
wide in the waist
where it used to be narrow;
she just couldn't take it in.

Over the years, as she tried,
in fits and starts,
to look beautiful,
she found other things
to take priority,
like bills
and meals,
as she and her life partner
worked hard
to make a family,
to make ends meet,
to make children into adults,
to make a life.

Now,
she sat.
Alone.
Her children grown,
her partner flown,
and she couldn't remember
the last time
she was called beautiful.

But she was.

It was in every line on her face,
in the strength of her arthritic hands,
the ampleness that had
a million hugs imprinted
on its very skin,
and in the jiggly thighs and
thickened ankles
that had run her race for her.

She had lived her life with a loving
and generous heart,
had wrapped her arms
around so many to
to give them comfort and peace.
Her ears had
heard both terrible news
and lovely songs,
and her eyes
had brimmed with,
oh, so many tears,
they were now bright
even as they dimmed.

She had lived and she was.
And because she was,
she was made beautiful.~

~Suzanne Reynolds

Photo: Nina Djerff
Model: Marit Rannveig Haslestad