As the mind turns towards one’s legacy, it also turns towards thoughts about the After life
For some, the After life is a place of desolation and fear. For others, it is a place of non existence.
For me, death is a homecoming.
I can spread my love more evenly in death than in life. No longer, am I restrained by time and space, for I have met my God and realised the secret that is within being made in his image.
Don’t get me wrong. I love being alive too. It’s just an admittance that I cannot predict it’s timing and method. All I can control is how I face each day, and ultimately, my own death.
Do you fear death?
What does thinking about your legacy turn your own mind too?
When considering what legacy to leave behind, it is sometimes useful to watch what legacy your friends and own family are leaving behind.
For a clue as to what is really valuable, think about the glue that holds these people in your life.
Is it your religion. Or that you all like to garden, or volunteer.
The themes that run through your closest relationships indicate what your values are.
They also point to what would be valuable to those you care the most about in your life.
And therefore these values can provide a foundation for determining what to centre your legacy around. And for who would benefit from it.
My beautiful Soul Pet, Milo, taught me a powerful lesson in grief last year.
For those of you who have been following Liz’s Everest since then, you would remember an article including a poem. That poem I wrote at the death of my Granddad.
I posted it upon the death of Milo.
Death was a release for both these living beings. I know that, yet still I can’t help but miss them.
As I face my parents aging, I know that I have the power within me to take the lessons I’ve learned from them into my future. And I know this, because Milo taught me.
The theme for this season is Legacy.
May each of you be thoughtful about the legacy you leave behind. And of the legacy that others give you at their own passing.
Watch this space, as other articles will be posted between now and the end of April, dealing with legacy.
It’s a fitting theme, as those of us in the Southern Hemisphere start the wind down into Winter.
Researching into different religions and cultures, makes it possible to draw parallels between each.
One parallel is the abundance of Creation Stories.
These are stories that hold a people together.
Christians know they’re Christian, because of the story of Adam and Eve. The Romans knew they were Roman because of the story of the twins being suckled by a wolf, and other peoples are not much different.
Now, I’d like to make this a little more personal.
Everyone has an individual Creation Story. This tells us who we are in society and the larger world. It often has information like who our parents are, where we grew up, and our history, told through our eyes.
This creates a filter of how we interpret everything in life.
So, by acknowledging our own Creation Story and its influence, and by understanding how it impacts upon our decisions and perception, we can set ourselves free.
Don’t ignore it, don’t deny it. Embrace it because it is important and unique…
But don’t let it shut down the imagination and the ability to write more stories.
This is my challenge also.
It’s the end of the year. December already. How did that happen?
Well, this year, I’ve started the Blog and climbed a part of my own personal Everest.
This has involved several events.
I’ve been lucky enough to have changed positions within the Charity I work for, have some training coming up for another casual position I’ve picked up (I work part time at my primary job) and I even have an idea of what I’d like to achieve in 2019.
Presents have been wrapped and are underneath the Christmas tree. And this weekend my Christmas gift to myself is the neatest and best presented house in the neighborhood.
Life is good.
Are you organised for the Christmas season?
What’s your gift to yourself this Christmas?
Once a year, during the Silly Season, all my cousins descend upon a little house near Leichhardt.
We discuss topics of conversation that would make our respective Aunt and Uncle’s ears burn.
We bond, in ways that elude us outside this event, and we share all sorts of family memories, and tales.
Christmas, to me, is about these events. It’s about family and good company and good food.
Pork is a tradition, as are salads and soft drink. Although as the younger ones mature, we’re steadily adilyky turning to good wines and beer.
When Nanna passed away, it was decided that we had to remember that the extended family was important. Us cousins, being the next generation, were in a position, where we could take the lead.
And so we have.
It’s small. One event each year. But it’s big too. It keeps us all in contact and keeps the good memories rolling.
May you all enjoy family, in whatever way you can. And understand that, to those of you without cousins like mine, there are plenty of Churches and Charities that form temporary families, on Christmas Day.
This is a poem i wrote when my Granddad passed away. I’m sharing it with you today as a tribute to another death close to my heart.
Yesterday, my beloved dog, Milo, passed away, while i was at work.
R. I. P. love of my life. And thank you for gracing my life for the eleven years you were a part of it.
No one has known love until they’ve been loved by a dog.
I thought I was alone today
Looking into the blue,
Then I noticed a change
As the breeze gently blew
I looked around and felt something
I didn’t know what I sought
But realised then that I was wrong
As to me came a thought
It came to me gently as I stood there
It beckoned me to take note
And as I saw the clouds above
To me came new hope
Not quite a memory
Stirred in my mind
A glimpse of better times
That I thought I had left behind
Then I heard a voice
Gently in the breeze
“I am here with you forever
Now just let me stay please
I will stand by your side
And watch while you sleep
I will be there now
Even as for me you weep
And if you ever want a yarn
Or just to let me know
Light a candle and I’ll be there
And I’ll stay until you let me go.
Look for me beyond the clouds
Seek me in the sky
Search for me past the rainbow
And as the rain passes by
I will meet you there one day
I will wait until you see
That past where the night meets the sun
I am where I am meant to be.”
I wrote this the day after Grandad died…so on 21 October 2010.