I think at an early age I got used to dying, I lost my favourite grandmother when I was about 4, lost my first brother when I was about 5, he was still born, and I never knew him, but for some strange reason I have a connection with him, I still visit his grave now and then when I’m in the town where he was buried. Strange I know!!

That’s why now, more than ever, I am so completely in love with and attached to being in nature, being at one with the universe and my own being. That’s why I relentlessly pursue and try to capture beauty with my camera, and the rhythms of my paint brush.

Your shared insights empower us to self-knowledge, as well bringing YOU closer to us, as well as to yourself. Bravo, Robin, for your courage and your dedication to your purpose!

I have to tell you that I am sooo grateful that you pull these comments out of me. YOU with your beautiful soul and sharing, is making that possible.

I want to give you the biggest hug for that, what you are achieving here is priceless and sooo life affirming, you have no idea how it lights me up to be here and how it encourages my heart to come forward.

Lots of love to you, my wonderful Robin, Wilma

When I was a young girl I feared death, too. I was afraid of dying, but more so of my family members dying. I was quite preoccupied with death. I had a habit of asking my mother if anyone in our extended family ever died of this or that, accident or fire, whatever consumed my mind at the time, because I wanted to hear that “yes”, someone did die, something did happen. In my young mind, I thought that if someone else died, maybe my family would be spared somehow… I perceived death as an inevitable statistic, one that must touch everyone, even though I was too young to really understand it. What made so consumed by it was the fact the NO ONE talked about it. No one acknowledged it. When I’d ask family members if anyone ever died, they’d say things like “Don’t talk like that”, “don’t say such things”, “don’t think like that”. No one helped me understand the role of death in life that I was so desperately searching for. It was a subject to be avoided.

Later, when I was 14, death did touch my immediately family, and that changed the course of my life forever. My brother and I were a year apart and he was killed while riding his bicycle home from across town. There is so much I could say about all that changed in me, from really understanding mortality, to suddenly seeing the meaningless of school and all the “shoulds” it seemed everyone around me was obsessed with… to also seeing just how ill-equiped my culture was to process such things… there is just too much.

But what I will say is that I deeply understand what you are saying here. I too, wish my culture could be more open to facing death, so that we may all fully live and love fully, without holding back. Life is precious. And every day is a new gift. That is something worth celebrating.

I admire your bravery for leaving everything behind and living in the rain forest. That’s the sort of thing I’ve dreamed of doing before. I’m so glad someone so beautiful has done it and returned to share her soul, her stories, her insights and her inspirations with the rest of us. Thank you so, so much! Love, Miche

Blessings and hugs..

Dorothy from grammology
grammology.com

“Mightn’t we live more fully if we know through and through that we’re going to die?”

YES!

Bravo my friend

xhenry

Interestingly, I have thought and seen the same idea in my mind too concerning writing a book or a magazine or something that brings together ideas where we in essence reunite with soul groups, and/or create new bridges to invite like minded soul groups or entities into the unfolding. A greater organism is born, and consciousness expands with deeper breaths being taken to inhale and experience the cosmos.