Introduction
This is a true account of my day on the 22 October 2016. A day that should never have had to happen, sadly it did need to. 2016 was a terrible year for a number of reasons; of which I have touched on in the beginning of the story but are possibly too raw to blog about at this monument and find a positive stance on. But it will come. The names in this story are changed for privacy of people involved some as they have request others because they have not been asked. First I would like to play this song "Spirit Bird - by Xavier Rudd" which was played at the beginning of May's funeral. I never got to go as my family live in Australia, this was a hard decision to live with; but there was not feasible way I could afford to go.
As I woke
Pulling up the blind it was a cracking sunny day especially for October and no sign of the usual Chemtrails, always a good start. As a spluttered myself awake again I felt really pissed with the world, a recent lack of sleep was having it’s toll on an already depressive mood. This depressive mood had been lingering since June when we lost our first child together through complications resulting in a stillbirth. A recent talk in parliament really annoyed me; touching but kind of an irony, parliament talking about emotions of losing a child whilst not standing up to them being murder by oppressive regimes around the world (including ours), sums up our regime. This is never a good way to start the day, especially with the swooping hills directly across the way, with the first signs of a sprinkling of snow covering their peaks; I make them sound like mountains but there are hills, still they emanate a radiant beauty especially as your first view in the morning.
With all the recent events my mood was sagging and no matter how hard I tried I could not lift myself, my Reiki was non-existent and meditation seemed too much hassle. Today was the 22nd of October! The day we were to remember little May, my niece who sadly passed away a month before. Tragically she was only seven and had heart failure, this sure put losing our baby into perspective but still I felt an awful loss for our little girl too and this just like force pinning me into submission of negativity. Had I not had Chloe by my side I sure would have crumbled by now; together we were holding each other head above the water. It was going to be a tough day and Archie did not know about the circumstance of any of this as he was going though a stage questioning death and why it happened. Tempers were not merry as one could imagine and we decided to head of for a remembrance walk into the local woods and along the river to a rock I had designated my meditation rock.
Meditation Rock
A mediation rock you ask? This started about four years before when I was living in the city. It was a house share looking out over the bay; sitting watching the tides washing in and out was a very therapeutic pastime. I would often take a stroll along the shores and as we were close to the edge of town it was not long before the houses frittered out and the countrysides natural contours prevailed. Running along to the end of the town with my housemate was great for a while as she was into her running, but this was not good for the old knees and was short lived. During these runs however I made it to a rock; eventually and after weeks of pushing further and further, although it was not marathon probably about two or three miles and that's probably a generous estimation. A deserved break from the running often took the form of sitting on this rock and looking out across the bay watching the world go by accompanied with mediation when I was not conscious of people thinking I was a bit crazy sat cross legged on top of a random rock with my eye closed on a public footpath. The meditation rock idea was formed and now whenever I move to a new place one of my first adventures is to establish my new mediation rock.
We set out a little late as friends and family around the world were doing their own remembrance thing at two o’clock, after a brisk stomp through the woods and out into the open fields. We had to pass all the magical places I point out to Archie on every walking, like the field with the magic goat and the crazy goat mans cottage. You have to make a walk interesting for yourself and having a little one with you makes this all the easier. Eventually we; well me an Archie, Chloe had dawdled as usual; made it to the field where the meditation rock was situated. Suddenly the urge to roll down the hill struck me! ... To be continued ...
Loved it, it sounds like alot of tragedy has struck, i'm sorry to hear that. The music goes along well with it, it gave me a calming feeling as I read this. Keep on writing, I've followed! :)
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That's great thanks
I enjoyed reading this and will try to tune in for further editions...
It brought a tear to my eyes.
I came and looked at your blog after you left a comment on my post.
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Thank you for your kind word it means a lot. My confidence is building for sure :)
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Much appreciate wishing you well :)
This is one of the most beautiful songs I know. Chills.
Thanks, her spirit lives on through this song :)