…started with tiny drops of Rain, and more, and more, tiny drops… \u00a0the Sky was crying all the tears we never allowed us to express, our sweet tears for our sweet Ones. Romantic.<\/p>\n
Though, they \u00a0were not all sweet our sweet Ones, some were impossible, some were cold, some were strange, they were what we are, mixes of it all, mixed like us, the living Ones.<\/p>\n
On this day, many (and I) mean They are closer to this world… Some of us feel that, or we get trapped in the common idea that it is like that, and fall into the net. In any case, why not? Opportunity is there to remember, to pray, or just to reflect.<\/p>\n
Death is a great teacher, and it usually opens our Hearts, at least for a while…<\/p>\n
We loose company and control, we loose referencies, we loose bodies, we loose Their presence.. our Friend, our Mother, gone forever…<\/p>\n
Forever, what a big word, do we even know what it means? Is it really so? Are they really gone? Or just their bodies? Does Death exist at all?<\/p>\n
Our Love may never (never?, big word) die…Our genetic memory and our genetic chains seem to be alive, and they may keep us prisoners, or help us obtain Freedom. Our stories together live in our memories. In good and in bad.<\/p>\n
Honoring our Dead, and our Ancestors, may be honoring the common essence of Human, reconnecting our Energy to the Roots, our Roots, and more…<\/p>\n
Let us give ourselves some Time, Time to forgive Them and ourselves, if we had not forgiven before. Let us give ourselves Time for reflection, for release, or to feel the pain…And let us pray for the Ones that are lost, or forgotten….If we dare to do so…<\/p>\n
Let us be touched one more time by the teachings of Death, and the teachings of Love, let us allow Spirit (or the Strange Something) talk to us. Let us honor our Dead, and by honoring them, honor ourselves, and Life.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"