“…….in the shadows, in the mystical place between life and death.” ~ Jon Katz, Bedlam Farm Journal
“……..our existence is not a toggle – “on” for alive, “off” for dead – but a dimmer switch that can move through various shades between white and black.” ~ Robin Marantz Henig, National Geographic, Crossing Over: How Science Is Redefining Life and Death
“Death is a process, not a moment.” ~ Sam Parnia, Erasing Death
“What I remember about grief is what becomes perfectly clear in its wake, this perfect knowledge that nothing about the life we live, nothing about the story we write for ourselves, nothing about what we have taken for granted regarding waking up and being alive is ever, ever the same.” ~ Lynne Hinton, The View From Here
“That which brings us sadness has once brought us joy.” ~ Flavia Weedn, Wrapped in a Ribbon
Areas Between…….Twilight Worlds…………
Passage: the act or process of going from one place or condition to another.
I have some level of understanding of these things.
25 passages within 12 years time. Each different, unique. All beloveds. Knowing what I know now, I hope that I could have acted differently in some cases. I did the best I could at the time. My intention was good. I would like to think I acted out of my best intention. I am not sure of that.
Some passages have goodness – light – peace – appropriateness linked with them in My Mind and in My Spirit.
Some passages have restricted thinking – overwhelmedness – avoidance of authentic communication – sadness linked with them in My Mind and in My Spirit.
Many have different and separate associations in My Mind versus in My Spirit.
All feel peaceful and loving from the other side of the veil.
With each, different ailments or conditions, stage in life, physical manifestations. With each, a unique individual – Mind, Body, and Spirit.
With each, a different role for me to play. With each, I was officially a caregiver, a steward. With each, ultimately, it is uniquely his or her own passage, his or her own leaving. I struggle to navigate the winding path weaving between the two – mine and theirs.
I want to help, I want to understand. I desperately desire to act out of my best intention, with compassion, in love.
I wonder, is it a tiny window whose opening grows a bit larger with each passage of grief, loosing, losing, loss, and letting go? Or is it a new tiny window that opens each time – creating a mosaic of tiny windows – each with its own unique view?
I do know this – it resonates throughout My Mind, My Spirit, My Knowing:
It is morning on the other side…and all is light & joy.