God,
grant me the strength of eagle wings, the faith and courage to fly to new
heights, and the wisdom to rely on His spirit to carry me there ~ Native
American Serenity prayer
Meditations
on dying- “This life is but a room” ~
Part 1
How we find our place where Spirit
speaks the loudest
"We
come into this life for a brief visit. We are born without clothes, But we die
naked".
From
the time I was a young girl I have always found myself with someone who was
dying. That may sound strange or even sad. But to me death never was all
that scary, my experience was that the process leading up to the death was
often terrifying. But the final moments were most sacred, most pure.
As
a young girl I spent many hours alongside dying people and animals. I learned
to acknowledge the sacred journeys of those on their last mile. There was a
peace that was palpable to me when their spirits were departing.
Ah
but those long days and nights before you have accepted this journey are
hard. It was meeting life’s natural flow with resistance that provoked discomfort,
trying to rein in the uncontrollable that sparked anxiety. When I just let
myself be with it all, sitting with both the primal tears and the breathtaking
beauty peace somehow would creep in. I do believe that these early times that I
sat with angels and talked to death somehow was a deep meditation.
When
I was 6 the sky would beckon me. I would spend much time watching the openings,
the clouds dancing, the winds would almost sing and when it blew I knew God was
there. I figured this might mean I was different, and perhaps a bit odd. Years
later I realize this was/is the way Spirit speaks to me. Spirit speaks the
loudest when someone I love is about to cross over. I also see how Spirit
speaks to all of us, and guides us through. Perhaps your whispering from Spirit
comes from the ocean, or deep in the earth. If you feel like you have lost your
line to this guidance, close your eyes and recall the place that nourished you
as a young child. If the everyday clamoring prevents you from this try devoting
a little time to reacquaint yourself with a place that feels comfortable, or
that provokes your curiosity.
Spending time getting to know these comfort places will nourish you deep down. Just don’t worry too much if this place that feels like home makes you cry, makes you rant a bit, makes you question. We spend far too much effort running away from all the feelings and turns that are parts of us. These places that will awaken our soul stir up all the cloaks and insecurities life takes on.
Spending time getting to know these comfort places will nourish you deep down. Just don’t worry too much if this place that feels like home makes you cry, makes you rant a bit, makes you question. We spend far too much effort running away from all the feelings and turns that are parts of us. These places that will awaken our soul stir up all the cloaks and insecurities life takes on.
This
life is but a room,
in a house so vast,
a world so limited,
a love unending.
This pain is but an invitation to invite what is
abundant,
pure and unconditional love.
The moments of birth and death are inseparable,
life's sweetest and sacred times.
This life is but a moment,embrace each precious day.
There are so many rooms left to explore,
one ending is a new beginning.This world is but a room...
(((♥))) Tracy
Tracy Brooks has been spiritual traveler and a soul seeker her whole life. She has always felt a call to be a listener of life and to inspire others. A yogini and poet since age 9, she grew up in New York rescuing abandoned animals and holding a space for those who hurt. Born intuitively empathic, she often finds herself listening to strangers open up to her. Studying education, psychology and engaging in community service invited her to feel we all have a gift to share. Life has led her to teach, write and now home-school her young ones. Blessed to be happily married to the love of her life and living (out loud!) in Florida, she has been embracing contemporary shamanism, writing inspirational pieces, and working on her first book. You can find her Facebook page here or visit her blog here. You can also email her.







