Open Letter to My Universal Sister
Recently something shifted inside - a block released or a layer dissolved - to enable me to write more honestly to my sister. The handwritten letter went from the pictured mailbox.
The feelings the letter expressed could apply to any person, and with her permission I share it as an open letter to my universal sister. A young man told me that it moved him to write a similar letter to a family member, to bring understanding and resolution.
Every day there is news around the globe of drought, floods, fires and earthquakes - with corresponding human chaos and despair. They serve as a reminder to me of the impermanent nature of our existence.
To center myself and not enter the turmoil, my attention goes to the wellspring within. There, in the still waters of my eternal true self, peace is a constant in the midst of troubled times.
While reflecting in the still waters, I see myself more clearly and observe as the regrets, guilt, wishes and beliefs of my temporal self pass through. This self/Self-reflection has value - and often comes to me unbidden.
One recurring reflection over the years since Dad's passing begins with a wish that I had gained even my current level of awareness and maturity at an earlier stage of life to make possible more aware and mature relationships with him and others.
Earlier, I did not have the tools for engaging Dad in the kind of conversation I could have with him today. Of course, that's just the way it is. Some people pass on, some remain a while longer. And my awakening and realizations do not always occur at a rate or in a manner that would be convenient for my persona. Still, those who remain have an opportunity while in the body to communicate from the heart with each other.
I feel and know in my heart that passing from the body is not necessarily the end of individual consciousness. There is a continuing that is possible outside the physical form. I've talked with Dad's continuing consciousness and met with him in dreams.
At first, after his passing, there were times I was angry with him. That has fully transformed into compassion. There were times when I felt shame or regret for my insensitive, self-centered and unaware behaviors towards him and others. Those also have transformed into compassion and understanding towards myself.
None of us knows for certain how long we will be in the body. I "see" myself sticking around a while longer - not as a certainty or a wish, but as a feeling that I will remain until my soul's intention is fulfilled. I had a feeling to write this while the words were coming to me, and send them to you with love.