This dying is a journey... with its own fits and starts, small beginnings, dreadful vulnerabilities, and long moments when the last breath seems close...Then a rally is made, a little food is taken, murmurs of love and encouragement drift across the room, simple sharing of memories, a frail hand reaches out to be held, a small smile creeps across my fathers face. The veil is so thin, so transparent, and he is right between the worlds, hovering in the in-between of spirit and flesh, his Soul shining through the cobweb-fine cocoon of bone and skin and mist grey hair... When that luminous moment takes place, when the Soul breaks through and the room fills with love and time stills its drumbeat, we pause... and then the next breath is drawn, and we breathe out, and keep going in our Witnessing... Love to you all, and so many blessings... )O(
Posted on: Mon, 20 Oct 2014 08:06:04 +0000
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