December 8 - Pink Waterfalls

Apart from spending 5 hours, cross-eyed, keeping my financials up to date while continually affirming ~ Time is my friend, Money is my friend, I CAN count past 5; today was a day of obligation.

That word will sound quite harsh in the context of my day although I really couldn't find another word to express what I am trying to say.  You see, I had to attend a funeral yesterday of someone I didn't know.  The gentleman was very prominent and instrumental in my husband's life as  a First Aider.  My husband attended in honour of this man's skill and integrity within community service.  Hubby asked me to attend ast I had won the CEO medal for First Aid this year.  I felt a little like a 'trophy' wife!

I spent the hour before the service surrounding myself with white light and picturing myself under a rose quartz waterfall. Why?  Funerals are not good places for empaths.  I thought I was doing quite well during the service (which went for TWO hours) until the wife and family of this gentle-man (hypen deliberate) arrived in the church.  OMG.  I was literally swamped with emotion ~ the grief, love and even anger was present.  As the service continued, I even began to feel the frustration of many of those present at the length of the service. Thank the Goddess that I had tucked a few crystals in my bodice and that I had hubby to hold on to for grounding.  I admit it - I cried like a baby during the service.  The emotions surrounding me welled up and had to find physical expression.  There were also strong links to my own feelings of my father passing and the fact that this service was almost a year after my brother-in-law had passed on.  Thank you spirit for the catharsis.

On a 'funny' note, I kept wondering when the lightning was going to strike.  There I was, sitting in a fundamentalist church, having communion.  Surely, now was the time for the 'heathen' to feel the wrath of God?  Heh. I didn't.  Although the priest kept giving me 'funny' looks as I lifted my voice in song and prayer ~  C'mon people, it's not a dirge.  How about some joy in worship? I know, I know - how can someone be joyful at a funeral?  Well, the gentle-man in question was joyous ~ I could see him sitting next to his wife and family.  There was so much love between them all.  He had been a worshiper at this church and he was singing with full gusto.  That's what I like to see.

On the way home, I spoke to my husband about our respective requests.  Here is my summary: a) The 'service' is not to go for more than half an hour; b) I'd like sparklers there - 100s of them - to signify that I tried to burn as bright as I could; c) only play the crazy songs that I sing around the house like So What, I'm a Rockstar! or the Muppet Song (na nana na, doo doo doodedoo). If we have to have a hymn, make sure the bagpipers play  The Clan's "Amazing DisGrace" (calypso style); d) last, but by no means least, remind everyone that my spirit is free so to get on their party hats and celebrate life!  General inebriation and party-ness to ensue.  Not much to ask really :)  Oh, and everyone has to wear purple! *cheeky grin*

A strange blog to reflect a strange day: one where there were many obligations to be filled, emotions to feel but at the end of the day, a sense of having done what I needed to be done.

Namaste