This blog was named lovingly: "Entering the Passageway," it was named as such because that's what I believe I did.
This blog was created in hopes to recapture the last few days, and specifically the last few moments I had with a loved one. I did nothing with this space for a very long time as since the time this person passed, I've been growing and expanding and coming in and out of my own authenticity. It's also very hard to gather your thoughts and be openly explicit about a specific life event, knowing full well that some may not receive your story, your truth as kindly and openly as others.
I also started the blog because I've always longed to write, since the very beginning of my egoistic consciousness. Since I could recognize the power of words and enjoy the flirty, romantic relationship I have with putting them together in dazzling and impressive ways. Maybe not so dazzling and impressive to others, but dazzling and impressive to me. I also recognized that my attempts at writing would always be futile, if not writing about something of passion and certain depth.
That said -
I've been a spiritual person for as long as I could form a thought, for a long as I have fantasized about being an author. I have also been an animal person for an equal amount of time. I base the better part of my spirituality off of what animals have taught me. I believe many things are possible, I believe that no religion can be stronger than that of the faith you carry within yourself, of yourself. I believe that all souls gather in a place of love regardless of religion or non religion. The only requirement being that you have done your best to be a good person. I believe we all gather in the same spot only when our work is done.
I believe that this ultimate gathering spot has no requirements or rules for love, only that it's true and real and selfless. I believe that our expectations for life after death will be blown to pieces with a new form of being, of knowing, that we ourselves cannot comprehend as mere humans. I believe in it's vastness, if we were to grasp what life after death truly is, we would not have the mental ability to handle the beauty and love that we saw. This could quite possibly be the reason we are only allowed glimpses, and not the full picture, before our time is through.
In my profession, I see death more frequently than I wish but I recognize that it is only my human mind that struggles with the hurt of losing something physical. I work with animals at an alternative / conventional small animal veterinary facility. Because I believe death can be the most spiritual and deep part of one's life, I involve myself in every hospice care situation I can get my hands on. I do this to ensure the animals I care for, feel as good as they can, for a long as they can and that their passing is as peaceful as it should be.
Thanks to my knowledge of medicine and great concern / care for the innocent and ill, I knew what to watch for, I knew what to expect when I was about to embark on losing my grandmother.
Her passing was my first, closely connected human death, and it was a beautiful mess.
That said -
I've been a spiritual person for as long as I could form a thought, for a long as I have fantasized about being an author. I have also been an animal person for an equal amount of time. I base the better part of my spirituality off of what animals have taught me. I believe many things are possible, I believe that no religion can be stronger than that of the faith you carry within yourself, of yourself. I believe that all souls gather in a place of love regardless of religion or non religion. The only requirement being that you have done your best to be a good person. I believe we all gather in the same spot only when our work is done.
I believe that this ultimate gathering spot has no requirements or rules for love, only that it's true and real and selfless. I believe that our expectations for life after death will be blown to pieces with a new form of being, of knowing, that we ourselves cannot comprehend as mere humans. I believe in it's vastness, if we were to grasp what life after death truly is, we would not have the mental ability to handle the beauty and love that we saw. This could quite possibly be the reason we are only allowed glimpses, and not the full picture, before our time is through.
In my profession, I see death more frequently than I wish but I recognize that it is only my human mind that struggles with the hurt of losing something physical. I work with animals at an alternative / conventional small animal veterinary facility. Because I believe death can be the most spiritual and deep part of one's life, I involve myself in every hospice care situation I can get my hands on. I do this to ensure the animals I care for, feel as good as they can, for a long as they can and that their passing is as peaceful as it should be.
Thanks to my knowledge of medicine and great concern / care for the innocent and ill, I knew what to watch for, I knew what to expect when I was about to embark on losing my grandmother.
Her passing was my first, closely connected human death, and it was a beautiful mess.
