Sitting outside, the day after. Nelly’s service was beautiful. Powerful and perfect. People were spiritually touched and moved.
Remembering and celebrating someone so special and all their myriad talents and facets brings us all into a communion of fellowship. As we celebrate one life, we are guided to Life itself.
We connect to Source, God, One. Reflecting on life and death and how it all flows continuously. The seasons change and return. We recognize the signs of the imminent changes. The feeling of snow right before it falls. The first crisp energizing energy of fall. The lazy summer days and the first signs of spring.
The indescribable essence we know and learn to call by name in order to understand more deeply.
The Perfect knowledge lies in the mystery and acceptance of the unknown. The surrender. The logical, rational mind will analyze, name and categorize so the greatness can be broken into bite-sized pieces to be digested. The food of the spirit which begins to fill and transform the profound, subtle aspects which guide and dictate so much of our lives.
The breath that leads to the center where no words lie.
The stillness where He resides and we meet him.
