Happy Easter one and all! This morning I woke up not-so-early and rushed to Chemple (my combo word meaning Church and Temple) for the Easter sermon. I was half an hour early. What!?! As most of you have already discovered I typically run 5-15 min late. Anywho... I skipped my shower today and then when I got home my parents were in a rush to get to my Aunt's house. Have you ever had that not-so-fresh feeling? Well I did for sure!!! Good thing my family doesn't judge (or doesn't let me know that they do), and the ponytail can work magic for hiding greasy hair. Ewwww :( I'm embarking on year 30 and guess what... I still hunt Easter eggs. Proudly I might add, and so did my cousin in Texas, and some of my dear friends above the 3 decade mark. It's all good, but I missed NOT being knocked around by my tenacious cousin, Kira. She makes it fun, exciting, dangerous, and extremely competitive. We missed you, love!
After the egging, I went to visit my grandma who's now recuperating in a nursing home from a large blood clot. She doesn't like it there, and I try to get her out on the town but I can tell it's bumming her out. It's been a challenge this month emotionally just feeling for her and the worries she has about death. We've talked a lot about the Great Beyond, we've shared our personal beliefs, stories, and what we'd like to have happen after we pass. I guess it being Easter and all sorta helps segue into that topic.. what happens after death??? The answer is there right in front of our faces ~ eggs, chocolate, baskets and bunnies.
Joking aside for the time being... and I'm gonna make a cosmic leap here... literally... but do you realize that from our perspective on earth, we are the ONLY thing we see in the NOW? Meaning, all the stars and other light that surrounds us is so far away it's time delayed. We see into the past constantly and those same stars help us predict the future (some may say). Following that logic the past is really our future and our future is really our past.
So my conclusion here (tying the bits and pieces together) is that death a conscious return to source: it is when you realize you are not the leaf that has fallen from the tree but part of the tree, you are not the tree but part of the earth, you are not the earth but part solar system, you are not the solar system but part of the galaxy, you are not the galaxy but part of the universe.
For now... I'm consciously tired and ready for bed. Goodnight Neverland!
