Introspections

885769_10152997487058640_1177965484519107816_oIntrospection

6/1/16
I decided to sit and write this post in light of the recent death of Ryan’s stepfather. His death is a bleak reminder that our parents aren’t here forever.
It also reminded me of my other best friend/sister Michelle Burks and the loss of her parents. My parents and I might not always see eye to eye but I love them dearly and really don’t know what I would do without them. They are my island in the immense sea that is my life. They support me in whatever I choose to do, whether it be spiritual or mundane and they are my biggest inspiration to better myself so that I might help others.
You see I am and have always been a healer. The healer aspect of my soul is just like breathing to me. Sometimes I can’t help it even it’s detrimental to my health and well-being
I’ve have always tried to set aside one day a week to spend time with my parents even it’s only for a hour or so waiting for Tier’s karate to get done.
My paternal grandmother is on borrowed time and I just want to hug her close and tell her I love her. Her stories are part of the tapestry of my life. I see my deep seated strength in her when I look into her eyes and listen to her talk. She is also another one who inspires me with her presence in my life and I really believe has shaped me into who I am today. The resilience and strength is like a well spring, able to be tapped if I have the will to do so. Her health is really one of the reasons I try to make it a point to visit as much as I can. Because folks, tomorrow is never promised.
This ties in with the Orlando shooting. People going on with their lives enjoying life and all its glory when it was savagely cut short by that gunman who took hate, let it fester, and explode into the immense sorrow of innocent lives lost. It’s a sad world we live in when we are living in fear of death.
Death is just another stop on your journey. Another waystation on the way to big bang of life. What ends begins again and hopefully you are able to learn from your mistakes in your next life. I cannot say I don’t fear death, what I fear is the loss of faith. Faith that you are not alone in this world even if it seems so.
Stay strong for the ones who cannot. The burden is placed on your shoulders when you feel everything. You were given that task and it’s not for everyone. Shamans see everything differently, sometimes it’s things that you don’t want to see but see you must. You must have your eyes open when others are asleep. You are their champion in the infinite cosmos of time and space.
I look at my children and am reminded that I’m only in this body for a short time and I need to make the most of it. My kids need to see my strength to gain their own so that they can continue on when I’m gone. I want them to know they have that strength but they need the will to tap it.
As I grow older, things become clearer. Things that seem irrelevant when you are young and just beginning your life became important. They are lessons, the infinite school of this life. You either get stronger from it or you get weaker. Which will you choose??
Even though I’m 42, my youth seems to be a vague memory now. I look back and find myself 20 years later wondering if the path I chose this time around will be the final one, the ascension. If I’ve learned my lessons or if they will begin again when my body shuts down and my soul remains. How many times have I begun again?? I feel like it’s been a thousand or more. Each return is another cog in the wheel of the universe.
If I have one lesson to share, it’s to live life and take the leap. Have faith that you will fly!!! Hold your loved ones close and tell them that you love them every day.
Look at each day with joy that you made it through another one. That you are still kicking, you are still fighting the good fight. Remember you have a thousand ancestors behind you holding you up when you fall.
I love each and every one of you who has crossed my path!! Every one of you has a lesson to share. I become the student as well as the teacher. Let old wounds heal and speak with your loved ones because the next time may be next to a coffin and you are wondering what the fuck happened.
As always,
Heather “Earthwindwalker” Powers

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