Dec15

Following Friday’s events I didn’t even want to take a photograph never mind upload a post.  In any case after a few days I decided that I wanted to give something back somehow.  So I have decided to give back some of my time and love to those that were lost.  I don’t want this to be morbid and sad, but rather a form of healing and sending out love to these little souls who have stepped from this physical plane back into the spiritual plane.  Sending love to them and taking the time to do something like this helps me to heal and just stop appreciate and love.

This little series I will do is focused on something that kids love or enjoy.  So day 1 has to be Candy Canes.  These little treats hang from our tree and I snatched a few to photo.

I also want to post a letter that Ram Dass once sent to the parents of a girl who had been brutally murdered.  A difficult thing to do, but beautifully written:

Dear Steve and Anita,

Rachel finished her work on earth, and left the stage in a manner that
leaves those of us left behind with a cry of agony in our hearts, as the
fragile thread of our faith is dealt with so violently. Is anyone strong
enough to stay conscious through such teaching as you are receiving?
Probably very few. And even they would only have a whisper of equanimity and
peace amidst the screaming trumpets of their rage, grief, horror and
desolation.

I can’t assuage your pain with any words, nor should I. For your pain is
Rachel’s legacy to you. Not that she or I would inflict such pain by choice,
but there it is. And it must burn its purifying way to completion. For
something in you dies when you bear the unbearable, and it is only in that
dark night of the soul that you are prepared to see as God sees, and to love
as God loves.

Now is the time to let your grief find expression. No false strength.
Now is the time to sit quietly and speak to Rachel, and thank her for being
with you these few years, and encourage her to go on with whatever her work
is, knowing that you will grow in compassion and wisdom from this experience.
In my heart, I know that you and she will meet again and again, and
recognize the many ways in which you have known each other. And when you
meet you will know, in a flash, what now it is not given to you to know: Why
this had to be the way it was.

Our rational minds can never understand what has happened, but our hearts
– if we can keep them open to God – will find their own intuitive way.
Rachel came through you to do her work on earth, which includes her manner of
death. Now her soul is free, and the love that you can share with her is
invulnerable to the winds of changing time and space. In that deep love,
include me.

In love,

Ram Dass

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