Keep Your Head to the Sky by Natasha Brown

How can I be super positive with so many dramatic things occurring in my life? How have I some how mustered myself out of bed on those days when I just want to pull the covers over my head to hide away from the world. I lost my job this year, during a time when a close family member became ill. My life began to swirl in a world wind. There were days I would ride the bus and tears would drop vigorously from my eyes. I would quickly dry them to avoid any of the passengers from seeing that I was hurting.

We are never quite prepared for a loved one to transition to the next realm and sometimes it is difficult for a loved one to transition because they feel they are letting their families down. Instead of being comforted they exhibit more stress than peace. One night in a group meeting there was a gentleman who was a practitioner of an indigenous practice that expressed his father’s passing and because of his religious practice he was able to let go. He eloquently explained the beauty of his father’s transition and how his father was always with him in spirit. This allowed me relief and the realization of my selfishness because I could not control life or death. I was helpless and it was at that point I realized it wasn’t my job who would live or who would transition. The weight of knowing that there was a spiritual realm and that I would always be connected to family gave me that shoulder that I needed to lean on. I was reminded about what I had forgotten.

Many don’t believe in the ancestral realm but I do. I have smelled sweet perfume from loved ones and gentle reminders that life is not about this existence only, but of a greater one. We feel pain because physically our loved ones are no longer here but they exist in the spirit realm where they continuously offer us support that may sometimes go unnoticed. So every time butterflies land on me , sweet or masculine scents brush my nose, or even a message comes through a song I am able to wipe my tears away and instead take up the hand of joy. Ever gently hugging peace and I keep my head to the sky.