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Waking the dead…

“The words that are spoken at a funeral are spoken too late for the man who is dead. What a wonderful thing it would be to visit your own funeral. To sit at the front and hear what was said, maybe say a few things yourself.” – Waking Ned Devine

Those of you who know me, know that I am quite a spiritual person, and very into symbolism… ah…..symbolism.  The very thing that feeds our faith, lightens our load, and brightens our path….  

My mediation this afternoon was interrupted by a crow…. nice big fat one…  it called to me twice before I went to the window, and opened the curtain.  I wasn’t able to see it until it spread it’s wings and flew off…. and as usual, I didn’t hear from it again.

You may wonder why I notice visits from crows, and I must say that if I saw them every day I might not pay them notice.  The thing is, I’ve only ever been visited by them infrequently, so I pay them heed when they do.  I can remember every single time I’ve seen a crow, as they’ve always been at turning points in my life.  Some good, some bad, but always, they note a change in the tide.

On my wedding day, on the day of my first daughter’s second birthday, on the day of my return from my trip to Los Angeles last year (actually, there was a murder that time), and today.

Crows are typically associated with quintessence in alchemy, and perhaps it’s fortuitous that I should see one five days before my birthday…  I always liken my birthdays to a reinvention of myself and my life, and I believe it is high time I had one.  Again…lol.

So tonite, I honor the dead, by remembering them in my prayers, that they may guide the living into tomorrow….

And tomorrow I will honor the living, lest I not get a chance to before they are dead.

“and there’s nothing left to burn” – 39 – The Cure

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