I was told yesterday that

‘the journey is a bit scary, but the destination is beautiful’.

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This has made me deeply consider what leads you into the pathway of that ‘journey’.. What are the consequences that entitle you to even begin it? Each goodnight ceremony brings a levelled certainty of light. However this is measured so precisely that you won’t feel overwhelmed by the light but secure, safe and weightless in your mind that this is the writing stage. The learning period, the building of your own foundation and fabric.

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Your soul is timeless. We leave imprints in each passer-by. Whether that’s a rooted, permanent imprint on a family member, lover or friend or even just a subtle touch but from which nudged your direction slightly. The concept of death in my family is becoming unsettlingly familiar. However isn’t this something to be expected? The circle. But then I suppose what I mean is, recently.

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A passing is what occurs every day. We are aware of this transport, of this moving but we are not conscious of it. Which is not a concern however a formation of living. Until the universe decides the ‘next’ urns to welcome someone near. That’s when it manifests into our path and the moment seeks us to delve into our memories, reflect, celebrate and within time grow a fresh appreciation of our own worlds with those, who are sleeping delicately, placed within it. Depending on how someone fell asleep will determine how we place them.

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I do not need to explain myself further, I will not feel misunderstood as this is something learnt with experience.