An Offering of Soul from the Depths

My soul asked me to walk the cemetery…

The silence was filled with a myriad of sensations.

My body dialed in to peace, rest, comfort, and wisdom beyond anything my human nervous system could hold all at once.

A few times I felt pulled toward a particular grave- caught in ethereal waves, stories began dropping in to consciousness, one by one. I’ve always had the gift of knowing without knowing how I know.

These precious gifts are to be respected with reverence, appreciation, and a humble power.

Cemeteries are for the living to honor, grieve, heal, and visit something physical for those who have crossed.

These beautiful places do not contain the soul of a human any more than their personal belongings contain their essence- yet there are traces of energy left like breadcrumbs for us to tap into.

A soul free of the physical body can be found everywhere, not just limited to the space we go to visit them- hence signs, nature, dreams, etc.

And still, the love for those passed lingered in the air, a sacred sorrow clung to the mossy green vegetation growing upward hugging each headstone.

This reflected a tender reminder of Mother Earth, her cradling and holding space between the worlds.

Their lives mattered

Their deaths were felt

Their dreams and desires were real

and still, time waits for no one.

My soul brought me to a cemetery to remind me how to live.

The world needs our authentic expressions and perspectives.

Death is not solely a physical ending of our time in a body.

Death occurs each time we chooose to birth a new dream, hope, wish, and intention.

It arises in thought and feeling.

There is opportunity to witness the decomposition of a belief or way of life, to honor all it brought forward, and to retain the grace while integrating the essence of experiences.

This is not to fear death nor is it to welcome it.

It’s an offering of soul from the depths, which sometimes arises when confronting the liminal spaces between what was, what is, and what’s becoming