Today it’s exactly 7 years ago that my dear friend Teyla passed away. Such a bright, divine spirit she was who surely shines just as bright in her eternal stardom. It’s a strange thing isn’t it, this dying thing. These people leaving their body. All these different story lines intertwined. Story lines. Flatlines. All inner connected and all the different time frames and lengths of their time on this planet. In their body. I still find it so hard to swallow that Teyla didn’t even make it to being 40. Or that my fathers father died at the age of 102 (!) and my father only just made it to 60. I have many friends who I lost before they turned 30 or 25 and even younger. I’m a true yogi. A believer. Reincarnation is my thing. Believing that everything happens for a reason also. This again can be a hard thing to swallow when faced with deaths on many levels. But believing that everything happens for a reason does not mean these people, my loved ones, my dear friends and my dad deserved to die, or that they somehow “got what they deserved”. I believe in a power bigger then ourselves, the universe, I believe in the fact that we never know, that it isn’t us deciding. It isn’t us deciding where and when the story ends, or as my dear friend Stevie B calls it: “the contract” ends. Different stories, different contracts, different endings. The one thing I have learned is that where there’s death there’s life. Where there’s an ending there’s also a beginning and ultimately this is where we should lie our focus. The fruits that come from the suffering. The lotus which appears after battling the mud. I’m on my way to Holland as we speak, visiting my mother who started a brand new life after the death of my father last year. She now has her own place, which I’m about to see for the very first time. She retired earlier than expected and she’s such a committed grand and dog mother. She’s in such a good place now. It’s all just pure lotus with her! I also think that when people leave their bodies too many people focus on the death part of this, the darkness. And yes there’s darkness but we should start seeing funerals as parties. Celebrating life. Celebrating love. My heart bleeds everyday. For all of those I have loved and lost. My heart also shines of love and happiness for all of those who I have loved and lost all at the same time. Because they are never forgotten. They are forever embraced. They shine on bright and strong. And they always are everywhere. In this eternal stardom and in our hearts.
Friday 12/05/2017- Holland.