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Soul gardens

 

Remember to stop and smell the hibiscus...
It's Friday and it's been a weird week of pushing emotions to the back burner and front burner all whilst trying to go to work and put on my "public face". Try talking, fielding questions and smiling all day... when all you want to do is lay in a ball all alone in a quiet room and release the floodgate of tears inside you ... It's very exhausting to the spirit. 
Today I woke up a little more peaceful about things and am feeling a little more positive. 
It helps to think of each death that occurs in our lives as a little seed or cutting- that gets planted in a special garden in our soul. That person now grows in that garden always, it hurts and is hard at first but nurturing it and tending to it helps it grow into a beautiful thing inside you. Forever safe now, no more pain, disease, illness, age... Forever vibrant and safe. 
I may sound like a hippie but this is my coping mechanism. I have lots of little spirit plants in my soul garden and this new cutting still hurts ❤️
Robert Silvas, my dearly departed spirit friend ❤️
This is Robert pre- illness and the only way I ever knew him. I know that now he is free from his pain here. I once had a near death experience where I was drowning. 
The initial stage was- drowning, struggle, panic and do everything to stay alive.... Then it was acceptance you were passing away. Once that stage hit it was the most BEAUTIFUL AND PEACEFUL feeling I've ever felt. I didn't want to come back.... But someone rescued me and here I am. That experience has given me some peace in life. I hope that each friend, family member, loved one who passes that stage feels that wonderful feeling of peace, love, home and freedom. And I believe they do. 
So tend to your spirit gardens well and grow them into beautiful things, they hurt... They are beautiful... They are yours forever. 


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