Mists of the Soul

I have been a spiritual seeker of the path most of my life, as most I am a combination of many universal traditons ideals and beliefs and talents. I lean towards Native American, because the energies of where I live. Lakota tribal land in NNW Iowa, USA My journey began in search of the Great Flood in religions, and I wandered from there... Seeker, Guide, Artist, Watercolorist. Calligrapher

Sunday, February 26, 2006

Serendipity

No one ever said this life path would be easy or fair. And thus it is not, the cruelest obstacle to surmount is death, especially of a child.

It makes no sense to us, there is no logic, or comfort to be found. A treasure snatched away, leaving a gaping hole in our hearts and soul....

I walked the path many years, crossing death, many times, I finally found that there were lessons of the mind, body, emotions and soul. Not only to be learned but to be lived.

Those tiny little souls that come into our lives for much too short of time, come to teach us some of the important, vital, and hardest lessons to be learned in this lifetime and path.

Where they return to without us, IS reality being with the ONE true Spirit. Not the rat race of a world and life, this is not real it is only a school room of lessons.

The tiny soul belonged to the One before, during its time here, and after, and NOTHING can ever change that nothing!

May you have serenity to accept the things you can
Courage to change the things you can
Wisdom to tell the difference
And Comfort till you find Peace

1 Comments:

Blogger Zareba said...

My Dearest Mist:

Sometimes a new life is not meant to be in this time and this place. We do not know what lessons it chose to come partway here to deliver to us, only that there is a message.

We choose our future lifetime while on the other side for many different reasons, to learn, to teach, to atone, to help another...we are not given to remember this after birth on this plane.

The wee one who did not complete the journey to this life at this time is with the One, and mapping out it's future. Who knows, it may still chose to come to this place and this time.

There is little comfort for the grieving heart in these words, but it is Truth, and the grief we feel is for our own sense of loss, not that of the child.

...Z

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