My most beautiful mother has passed on to the spirit side 💔🕊️ Mommy, I don’t know. I just don’t know. I will never fully recover from this, I don’t think. Even with all the healing and support in the world, I will miss you and long for your hugs till the day I die. What a gift it was to be one of your caretakers during these heartbreaking and traumatic, but deeply spiritual, six months. What a gift to complete that circle as a daughter and give you an ounce of the care that I will spend lifetimes trying to repay to you. What a gift to wake up at 3:30 a.m. and pray with you every morning in the ICU room during the ambrosial hour these past two weeks- hoping to help your soul depart peacefully. What a gift that you taught me about spirit, about God, about the beauty of nature, about the eternal nature of all things, and how the soul never dies. So that I knew I could find you over and over and over again- in every flower, drop of water, and every particle in the sky. I cry and cry today, but I know one day I will be able to fully understand that all I have to do is close my eyes and be present, and you’ll be right there; just in a different form. Mama, your love, your spirit, your beauty- it was all so pure, and it purified me. Death is a funny thing. No one can prepare you for unimaginable tragedy and loss like this, but I think the one thing death can do is lift the thin veil between the spirit world and the material world. And I felt it so deeply when I got to say goodbye to you. Somehow your soul helped make the most traumatic situation beautiful and graceful too. All the miracle messages you managed to write days before your death- of how God was holding your hand, how you got to have all the people you love around you singing prayers for an hour until you took your last breath, and how you guided us to all lie on the pavement at 3 a.m. on the way home from the hospital and look for you in the constellations. Born on a full moon, passed on a new moon full of stars. I know this will never be easy, but somehow you will make it poetic. I love you till the day I die, Raveeni
My most beautiful mother has passed on to the spirit side 💔🕊️ Mommy, I don’t know. I just don’t know. I will never fully recover from this, I don’t think. Even with all the healing and support in the world, I will miss you and long for your hugs till the day I die. What a gift it was to be one of your caretakers during these heartbreaking and traumatic, but deeply spiritual, six months. What a gift to complete that circle as a daughter and give you an ounce of the care that I will spend lifetimes trying to repay to you. What a gift to wake up at 3:30 a.m. and pray with you every morning in the ICU room during the ambrosial hour these past two weeks- hoping to help your soul depart peacefully. What a gift that you taught me about spirit, about God, about the beauty of nature, about the eternal nature of all things, and how the soul never dies. So that I knew I could find you over and over and over again- in every flower, drop of water, and every particle in the sky. I cry and cry today, but I know one day I will be able to fully understand that all I have to do is close my eyes and be present, and you’ll be right there; just in a different form. Mama, your love, your spirit, your beauty- it was all so pure, and it purified me. Death is a funny thing. No one can prepare you for unimaginable tragedy and loss like this, but I think the one thing death can do is lift the thin veil between the spirit world and the material world. And I felt it so deeply when I got to say goodbye to you. Somehow your soul helped make the most traumatic situation beautiful and graceful too. All the miracle messages you managed to write days before your death- of how God was holding your hand, how you got to have all the people you love around you singing prayers for an hour until you took your last breath, and how you guided us to all lie on the pavement at 3 a.m. on the way home from the hospital and look for you in the constellations. Born on a full moon, passed on a new moon full of stars. I know this will never be easy, but somehow you will make it poetic. I love you till the day I die, Raveeni
My most beautiful mother has passed on to the spirit side 💔🕊️ Mommy, I don’t know. I just don’t know. I will never fully recover from this, I don’t think. Even with all the healing and support in the world, I will miss you and long for your hugs till the day I die. What a gift it was to be one of your caretakers during these heartbreaking and traumatic, but deeply spiritual, six months. What a gift to complete that circle as a daughter and give you an ounce of the care that I will spend lifetimes trying to repay to you. What a gift to wake up at 3:30 a.m. and pray with you every morning in the ICU room during the ambrosial hour these past two weeks- hoping to help your soul depart peacefully. What a gift that you taught me about spirit, about God, about the beauty of nature, about the eternal nature of all things, and how the soul never dies. So that I knew I could find you over and over and over again- in every flower, drop of water, and every particle in the sky. I cry and cry today, but I know one day I will be able to fully understand that all I have to do is close my eyes and be present, and you’ll be right there; just in a different form. Mama, your love, your spirit, your beauty- it was all so pure, and it purified me. Death is a funny thing. No one can prepare you for unimaginable tragedy and loss like this, but I think the one thing death can do is lift the thin veil between the spirit world and the material world. And I felt it so deeply when I got to say goodbye to you. Somehow your soul helped make the most traumatic situation beautiful and graceful too. All the miracle messages you managed to write days before your death- of how God was holding your hand, how you got to have all the people you love around you singing prayers for an hour until you took your last breath, and how you guided us to all lie on the pavement at 3 a.m. on the way home from the hospital and look for you in the constellations. Born on a full moon, passed on a new moon full of stars. I know this will never be easy, but somehow you will make it poetic. I love you till the day I die, Raveeni
My most beautiful mother has passed on to the spirit side 💔🕊️ Mommy, I don’t know. I just don’t know. I will never fully recover from this, I don’t think. Even with all the healing and support in the world, I will miss you and long for your hugs till the day I die. What a gift it was to be one of your caretakers during these heartbreaking and traumatic, but deeply spiritual, six months. What a gift to complete that circle as a daughter and give you an ounce of the care that I will spend lifetimes trying to repay to you. What a gift to wake up at 3:30 a.m. and pray with you every morning in the ICU room during the ambrosial hour these past two weeks- hoping to help your soul depart peacefully. What a gift that you taught me about spirit, about God, about the beauty of nature, about the eternal nature of all things, and how the soul never dies. So that I knew I could find you over and over and over again- in every flower, drop of water, and every particle in the sky. I cry and cry today, but I know one day I will be able to fully understand that all I have to do is close my eyes and be present, and you’ll be right there; just in a different form. Mama, your love, your spirit, your beauty- it was all so pure, and it purified me. Death is a funny thing. No one can prepare you for unimaginable tragedy and loss like this, but I think the one thing death can do is lift the thin veil between the spirit world and the material world. And I felt it so deeply when I got to say goodbye to you. Somehow your soul helped make the most traumatic situation beautiful and graceful too. All the miracle messages you managed to write days before your death- of how God was holding your hand, how you got to have all the people you love around you singing prayers for an hour until you took your last breath, and how you guided us to all lie on the pavement at 3 a.m. on the way home from the hospital and look for you in the constellations. Born on a full moon, passed on a new moon full of stars. I know this will never be easy, but somehow you will make it poetic. I love you till the day I die, Raveeni
My most beautiful mother has passed on to the spirit side 💔🕊️ Mommy, I don’t know. I just don’t know. I will never fully recover from this, I don’t think. Even with all the healing and support in the world, I will miss you and long for your hugs till the day I die. What a gift it was to be one of your caretakers during these heartbreaking and traumatic, but deeply spiritual, six months. What a gift to complete that circle as a daughter and give you an ounce of the care that I will spend lifetimes trying to repay to you. What a gift to wake up at 3:30 a.m. and pray with you every morning in the ICU room during the ambrosial hour these past two weeks- hoping to help your soul depart peacefully. What a gift that you taught me about spirit, about God, about the beauty of nature, about the eternal nature of all things, and how the soul never dies. So that I knew I could find you over and over and over again- in every flower, drop of water, and every particle in the sky. I cry and cry today, but I know one day I will be able to fully understand that all I have to do is close my eyes and be present, and you’ll be right there; just in a different form. Mama, your love, your spirit, your beauty- it was all so pure, and it purified me. Death is a funny thing. No one can prepare you for unimaginable tragedy and loss like this, but I think the one thing death can do is lift the thin veil between the spirit world and the material world. And I felt it so deeply when I got to say goodbye to you. Somehow your soul helped make the most traumatic situation beautiful and graceful too. All the miracle messages you managed to write days before your death- of how God was holding your hand, how you got to have all the people you love around you singing prayers for an hour until you took your last breath, and how you guided us to all lie on the pavement at 3 a.m. on the way home from the hospital and look for you in the constellations. Born on a full moon, passed on a new moon full of stars. I know this will never be easy, but somehow you will make it poetic. I love you till the day I die, Raveeni
My most beautiful mother has passed on to the spirit side 💔🕊️ Mommy, I don’t know. I just don’t know. I will never fully recover from this, I don’t think. Even with all the healing and support in the world, I will miss you and long for your hugs till the day I die. What a gift it was to be one of your caretakers during these heartbreaking and traumatic, but deeply spiritual, six months. What a gift to complete that circle as a daughter and give you an ounce of the care that I will spend lifetimes trying to repay to you. What a gift to wake up at 3:30 a.m. and pray with you every morning in the ICU room during the ambrosial hour these past two weeks- hoping to help your soul depart peacefully. What a gift that you taught me about spirit, about God, about the beauty of nature, about the eternal nature of all things, and how the soul never dies. So that I knew I could find you over and over and over again- in every flower, drop of water, and every particle in the sky. I cry and cry today, but I know one day I will be able to fully understand that all I have to do is close my eyes and be present, and you’ll be right there; just in a different form. Mama, your love, your spirit, your beauty- it was all so pure, and it purified me. Death is a funny thing. No one can prepare you for unimaginable tragedy and loss like this, but I think the one thing death can do is lift the thin veil between the spirit world and the material world. And I felt it so deeply when I got to say goodbye to you. Somehow your soul helped make the most traumatic situation beautiful and graceful too. All the miracle messages you managed to write days before your death- of how God was holding your hand, how you got to have all the people you love around you singing prayers for an hour until you took your last breath, and how you guided us to all lie on the pavement at 3 a.m. on the way home from the hospital and look for you in the constellations. Born on a full moon, passed on a new moon full of stars. I know this will never be easy, but somehow you will make it poetic. I love you till the day I die, Raveeni
My most beautiful mother has passed on to the spirit side 💔🕊️ Mommy, I don’t know. I just don’t know. I will never fully recover from this, I don’t think. Even with all the healing and support in the world, I will miss you and long for your hugs till the day I die. What a gift it was to be one of your caretakers during these heartbreaking and traumatic, but deeply spiritual, six months. What a gift to complete that circle as a daughter and give you an ounce of the care that I will spend lifetimes trying to repay to you. What a gift to wake up at 3:30 a.m. and pray with you every morning in the ICU room during the ambrosial hour these past two weeks- hoping to help your soul depart peacefully. What a gift that you taught me about spirit, about God, about the beauty of nature, about the eternal nature of all things, and how the soul never dies. So that I knew I could find you over and over and over again- in every flower, drop of water, and every particle in the sky. I cry and cry today, but I know one day I will be able to fully understand that all I have to do is close my eyes and be present, and you’ll be right there; just in a different form. Mama, your love, your spirit, your beauty- it was all so pure, and it purified me. Death is a funny thing. No one can prepare you for unimaginable tragedy and loss like this, but I think the one thing death can do is lift the thin veil between the spirit world and the material world. And I felt it so deeply when I got to say goodbye to you. Somehow your soul helped make the most traumatic situation beautiful and graceful too. All the miracle messages you managed to write days before your death- of how God was holding your hand, how you got to have all the people you love around you singing prayers for an hour until you took your last breath, and how you guided us to all lie on the pavement at 3 a.m. on the way home from the hospital and look for you in the constellations. Born on a full moon, passed on a new moon full of stars. I know this will never be easy, but somehow you will make it poetic. I love you till the day I die, Raveeni
My most beautiful mother has passed on to the spirit side 💔🕊️ Mommy, I don’t know. I just don’t know. I will never fully recover from this, I don’t think. Even with all the healing and support in the world, I will miss you and long for your hugs till the day I die. What a gift it was to be one of your caretakers during these heartbreaking and traumatic, but deeply spiritual, six months. What a gift to complete that circle as a daughter and give you an ounce of the care that I will spend lifetimes trying to repay to you. What a gift to wake up at 3:30 a.m. and pray with you every morning in the ICU room during the ambrosial hour these past two weeks- hoping to help your soul depart peacefully. What a gift that you taught me about spirit, about God, about the beauty of nature, about the eternal nature of all things, and how the soul never dies. So that I knew I could find you over and over and over again- in every flower, drop of water, and every particle in the sky. I cry and cry today, but I know one day I will be able to fully understand that all I have to do is close my eyes and be present, and you’ll be right there; just in a different form. Mama, your love, your spirit, your beauty- it was all so pure, and it purified me. Death is a funny thing. No one can prepare you for unimaginable tragedy and loss like this, but I think the one thing death can do is lift the thin veil between the spirit world and the material world. And I felt it so deeply when I got to say goodbye to you. Somehow your soul helped make the most traumatic situation beautiful and graceful too. All the miracle messages you managed to write days before your death- of how God was holding your hand, how you got to have all the people you love around you singing prayers for an hour until you took your last breath, and how you guided us to all lie on the pavement at 3 a.m. on the way home from the hospital and look for you in the constellations. Born on a full moon, passed on a new moon full of stars. I know this will never be easy, but somehow you will make it poetic. I love you till the day I die, Raveeni
My most beautiful mother has passed on to the spirit side 💔🕊️ Mommy, I don’t know. I just don’t know. I will never fully recover from this, I don’t think. Even with all the healing and support in the world, I will miss you and long for your hugs till the day I die. What a gift it was to be one of your caretakers during these heartbreaking and traumatic, but deeply spiritual, six months. What a gift to complete that circle as a daughter and give you an ounce of the care that I will spend lifetimes trying to repay to you. What a gift to wake up at 3:30 a.m. and pray with you every morning in the ICU room during the ambrosial hour these past two weeks- hoping to help your soul depart peacefully. What a gift that you taught me about spirit, about God, about the beauty of nature, about the eternal nature of all things, and how the soul never dies. So that I knew I could find you over and over and over again- in every flower, drop of water, and every particle in the sky. I cry and cry today, but I know one day I will be able to fully understand that all I have to do is close my eyes and be present, and you’ll be right there; just in a different form. Mama, your love, your spirit, your beauty- it was all so pure, and it purified me. Death is a funny thing. No one can prepare you for unimaginable tragedy and loss like this, but I think the one thing death can do is lift the thin veil between the spirit world and the material world. And I felt it so deeply when I got to say goodbye to you. Somehow your soul helped make the most traumatic situation beautiful and graceful too. All the miracle messages you managed to write days before your death- of how God was holding your hand, how you got to have all the people you love around you singing prayers for an hour until you took your last breath, and how you guided us to all lie on the pavement at 3 a.m. on the way home from the hospital and look for you in the constellations. Born on a full moon, passed on a new moon full of stars. I know this will never be easy, but somehow you will make it poetic. I love you till the day I die, Raveeni
My most beautiful mother has passed on to the spirit side 💔🕊️ Mommy, I don’t know. I just don’t know. I will never fully recover from this, I don’t think. Even with all the healing and support in the world, I will miss you and long for your hugs till the day I die. What a gift it was to be one of your caretakers during these heartbreaking and traumatic, but deeply spiritual, six months. What a gift to complete that circle as a daughter and give you an ounce of the care that I will spend lifetimes trying to repay to you. What a gift to wake up at 3:30 a.m. and pray with you every morning in the ICU room during the ambrosial hour these past two weeks- hoping to help your soul depart peacefully. What a gift that you taught me about spirit, about God, about the beauty of nature, about the eternal nature of all things, and how the soul never dies. So that I knew I could find you over and over and over again- in every flower, drop of water, and every particle in the sky. I cry and cry today, but I know one day I will be able to fully understand that all I have to do is close my eyes and be present, and you’ll be right there; just in a different form. Mama, your love, your spirit, your beauty- it was all so pure, and it purified me. Death is a funny thing. No one can prepare you for unimaginable tragedy and loss like this, but I think the one thing death can do is lift the thin veil between the spirit world and the material world. And I felt it so deeply when I got to say goodbye to you. Somehow your soul helped make the most traumatic situation beautiful and graceful too. All the miracle messages you managed to write days before your death- of how God was holding your hand, how you got to have all the people you love around you singing prayers for an hour until you took your last breath, and how you guided us to all lie on the pavement at 3 a.m. on the way home from the hospital and look for you in the constellations. Born on a full moon, passed on a new moon full of stars. I know this will never be easy, but somehow you will make it poetic. I love you till the day I die, Raveeni
My most beautiful mother has passed on to the spirit side 💔🕊️ Mommy, I don’t know. I just don’t know. I will never fully recover from this, I don’t think. Even with all the healing and support in the world, I will miss you and long for your hugs till the day I die. What a gift it was to be one of your caretakers during these heartbreaking and traumatic, but deeply spiritual, six months. What a gift to complete that circle as a daughter and give you an ounce of the care that I will spend lifetimes trying to repay to you. What a gift to wake up at 3:30 a.m. and pray with you every morning in the ICU room during the ambrosial hour these past two weeks- hoping to help your soul depart peacefully. What a gift that you taught me about spirit, about God, about the beauty of nature, about the eternal nature of all things, and how the soul never dies. So that I knew I could find you over and over and over again- in every flower, drop of water, and every particle in the sky. I cry and cry today, but I know one day I will be able to fully understand that all I have to do is close my eyes and be present, and you’ll be right there; just in a different form. Mama, your love, your spirit, your beauty- it was all so pure, and it purified me. Death is a funny thing. No one can prepare you for unimaginable tragedy and loss like this, but I think the one thing death can do is lift the thin veil between the spirit world and the material world. And I felt it so deeply when I got to say goodbye to you. Somehow your soul helped make the most traumatic situation beautiful and graceful too. All the miracle messages you managed to write days before your death- of how God was holding your hand, how you got to have all the people you love around you singing prayers for an hour until you took your last breath, and how you guided us to all lie on the pavement at 3 a.m. on the way home from the hospital and look for you in the constellations. Born on a full moon, passed on a new moon full of stars. I know this will never be easy, but somehow you will make it poetic. I love you till the day I die, Raveeni
My most beautiful mother has passed on to the spirit side 💔🕊️ Mommy, I don’t know. I just don’t know. I will never fully recover from this, I don’t think. Even with all the healing and support in the world, I will miss you and long for your hugs till the day I die. What a gift it was to be one of your caretakers during these heartbreaking and traumatic, but deeply spiritual, six months. What a gift to complete that circle as a daughter and give you an ounce of the care that I will spend lifetimes trying to repay to you. What a gift to wake up at 3:30 a.m. and pray with you every morning in the ICU room during the ambrosial hour these past two weeks- hoping to help your soul depart peacefully. What a gift that you taught me about spirit, about God, about the beauty of nature, about the eternal nature of all things, and how the soul never dies. So that I knew I could find you over and over and over again- in every flower, drop of water, and every particle in the sky. I cry and cry today, but I know one day I will be able to fully understand that all I have to do is close my eyes and be present, and you’ll be right there; just in a different form. Mama, your love, your spirit, your beauty- it was all so pure, and it purified me. Death is a funny thing. No one can prepare you for unimaginable tragedy and loss like this, but I think the one thing death can do is lift the thin veil between the spirit world and the material world. And I felt it so deeply when I got to say goodbye to you. Somehow your soul helped make the most traumatic situation beautiful and graceful too. All the miracle messages you managed to write days before your death- of how God was holding your hand, how you got to have all the people you love around you singing prayers for an hour until you took your last breath, and how you guided us to all lie on the pavement at 3 a.m. on the way home from the hospital and look for you in the constellations. Born on a full moon, passed on a new moon full of stars. I know this will never be easy, but somehow you will make it poetic. I love you till the day I die, Raveeni
MAMA CAME BACK TO GIVE US A SIGN😭🦋🦋 after I was searching for the rare luna moth to see in person for the last 3 years – she appeared resting on our garage door for hours – the same day we brought moms ashes home. All the magical coincidences of me also wearing a Luna moth dress on this day, of Pluto (the song about coming back after death as a butterfly) being her favorite song and the last song of mine she asked me to sing to her before she passed, of the same butterfly being sprawled all over the album covers and merch and now tattooed on my body, and the fact that it’s so rare to see the Luna moth in person because of its nocturnal nature … it’s all too perfect and magical 🩵 Im starting to feel my angel all around me , even thru the endless tears 😭😭😭😭😭😭
MAMA CAME BACK TO GIVE US A SIGN😭🦋🦋 after I was searching for the rare luna moth to see in person for the last 3 years – she appeared resting on our garage door for hours – the same day we brought moms ashes home. All the magical coincidences of me also wearing a Luna moth dress on this day, of Pluto (the song about coming back after death as a butterfly) being her favorite song and the last song of mine she asked me to sing to her before she passed, of the same butterfly being sprawled all over the album covers and merch and now tattooed on my body, and the fact that it’s so rare to see the Luna moth in person because of its nocturnal nature … it’s all too perfect and magical 🩵 Im starting to feel my angel all around me , even thru the endless tears 😭😭😭😭😭😭
MAMA CAME BACK TO GIVE US A SIGN😭🦋🦋 after I was searching for the rare luna moth to see in person for the last 3 years – she appeared resting on our garage door for hours – the same day we brought moms ashes home. All the magical coincidences of me also wearing a Luna moth dress on this day, of Pluto (the song about coming back after death as a butterfly) being her favorite song and the last song of mine she asked me to sing to her before she passed, of the same butterfly being sprawled all over the album covers and merch and now tattooed on my body, and the fact that it’s so rare to see the Luna moth in person because of its nocturnal nature … it’s all too perfect and magical 🩵 Im starting to feel my angel all around me , even thru the endless tears 😭😭😭😭😭😭
MAMA CAME BACK TO GIVE US A SIGN😭🦋🦋 after I was searching for the rare luna moth to see in person for the last 3 years – she appeared resting on our garage door for hours – the same day we brought moms ashes home. All the magical coincidences of me also wearing a Luna moth dress on this day, of Pluto (the song about coming back after death as a butterfly) being her favorite song and the last song of mine she asked me to sing to her before she passed, of the same butterfly being sprawled all over the album covers and merch and now tattooed on my body, and the fact that it’s so rare to see the Luna moth in person because of its nocturnal nature … it’s all too perfect and magical 🩵 Im starting to feel my angel all around me , even thru the endless tears 😭😭😭😭😭😭
MAMA CAME BACK TO GIVE US A SIGN😭🦋🦋 after I was searching for the rare luna moth to see in person for the last 3 years – she appeared resting on our garage door for hours – the same day we brought moms ashes home. All the magical coincidences of me also wearing a Luna moth dress on this day, of Pluto (the song about coming back after death as a butterfly) being her favorite song and the last song of mine she asked me to sing to her before she passed, of the same butterfly being sprawled all over the album covers and merch and now tattooed on my body, and the fact that it’s so rare to see the Luna moth in person because of its nocturnal nature … it’s all too perfect and magical 🩵 Im starting to feel my angel all around me , even thru the endless tears 😭😭😭😭😭😭
MAMA CAME BACK TO GIVE US A SIGN😭🦋🦋 after I was searching for the rare luna moth to see in person for the last 3 years – she appeared resting on our garage door for hours – the same day we brought moms ashes home. All the magical coincidences of me also wearing a Luna moth dress on this day, of Pluto (the song about coming back after death as a butterfly) being her favorite song and the last song of mine she asked me to sing to her before she passed, of the same butterfly being sprawled all over the album covers and merch and now tattooed on my body, and the fact that it’s so rare to see the Luna moth in person because of its nocturnal nature … it’s all too perfect and magical 🩵 Im starting to feel my angel all around me , even thru the endless tears 😭😭😭😭😭😭
MAMA CAME BACK TO GIVE US A SIGN😭🦋🦋 after I was searching for the rare luna moth to see in person for the last 3 years – she appeared resting on our garage door for hours – the same day we brought moms ashes home. All the magical coincidences of me also wearing a Luna moth dress on this day, of Pluto (the song about coming back after death as a butterfly) being her favorite song and the last song of mine she asked me to sing to her before she passed, of the same butterfly being sprawled all over the album covers and merch and now tattooed on my body, and the fact that it’s so rare to see the Luna moth in person because of its nocturnal nature … it’s all too perfect and magical 🩵 Im starting to feel my angel all around me , even thru the endless tears 😭😭😭😭😭😭
MAMA CAME BACK TO GIVE US A SIGN😭🦋🦋 after I was searching for the rare luna moth to see in person for the last 3 years – she appeared resting on our garage door for hours – the same day we brought moms ashes home. All the magical coincidences of me also wearing a Luna moth dress on this day, of Pluto (the song about coming back after death as a butterfly) being her favorite song and the last song of mine she asked me to sing to her before she passed, of the same butterfly being sprawled all over the album covers and merch and now tattooed on my body, and the fact that it’s so rare to see the Luna moth in person because of its nocturnal nature … it’s all too perfect and magical 🩵 Im starting to feel my angel all around me , even thru the endless tears 😭😭😭😭😭😭
another birthday , another year around the sun 🐠I can’t really say it’s the happiest of birthdays, but here’s some bits of joy from this upside down year ☹️🩵 missing mom like crazy, cancer caregiving burnout, wildfires, losing my mom and grandma back to back in 2 months, displacement/ moving several times in 9 months & never really having a sense of home all year, attending a funeral for my closest loved one on my birthday, betrayal, unprecedented work & financial stress after I came back from bereavement … & so much more I can’t even share … god had a very strange sadness soup for me this year 😒🤣 I don’t think I can even yet understand the impact of each crisis fully , never mind what it means to experience it all at once in 9 months. How humbling though to be so very human. I always thought that if I lost almost everything I’d be perfectly fine because of “the power of meditation” and when you actually start to lose so much… well, somethings are bigger than meditation. I feel closer to understanding different shades of suffering and humility that I never could have in younger years. I’m so over the constant grief and chaos and I just feel that now is the time to draw up on some unshakeable ancestral strength and embody the warrior. I have to believe in the beauty of new things replacing all this burning. I have to believe in my own softness and that I won’t harden from all of this. one day maybe I will make a great album about all this 😭 I’m nowback in India letting more loved ones go , surrendering to it all. Nothing is mine and nothing ever was . In being closer to my own shadow and waves of suffering I also feel so grateful on this birthday for any spark of being alive and all the gifts that still remain for me… Grateful for 🦋 family 🦋 butterflies 🦋 the tiny relief after a big cry 🦋 knowing 🦋 not knowing 🦋 India 🦋 places near my family home in India m that still look the same and have the same shopkeepers and same brand of ice cream we’d get as kids 🦋 romance transforming and adjusting 🦋 portals of change 🦋 youuu
another birthday , another year around the sun 🐠I can’t really say it’s the happiest of birthdays, but here’s some bits of joy from this upside down year ☹️🩵 missing mom like crazy, cancer caregiving burnout, wildfires, losing my mom and grandma back to back in 2 months, displacement/ moving several times in 9 months & never really having a sense of home all year, attending a funeral for my closest loved one on my birthday, betrayal, unprecedented work & financial stress after I came back from bereavement … & so much more I can’t even share … god had a very strange sadness soup for me this year 😒🤣 I don’t think I can even yet understand the impact of each crisis fully , never mind what it means to experience it all at once in 9 months. How humbling though to be so very human. I always thought that if I lost almost everything I’d be perfectly fine because of “the power of meditation” and when you actually start to lose so much… well, somethings are bigger than meditation. I feel closer to understanding different shades of suffering and humility that I never could have in younger years. I’m so over the constant grief and chaos and I just feel that now is the time to draw up on some unshakeable ancestral strength and embody the warrior. I have to believe in the beauty of new things replacing all this burning. I have to believe in my own softness and that I won’t harden from all of this. one day maybe I will make a great album about all this 😭 I’m nowback in India letting more loved ones go , surrendering to it all. Nothing is mine and nothing ever was . In being closer to my own shadow and waves of suffering I also feel so grateful on this birthday for any spark of being alive and all the gifts that still remain for me… Grateful for 🦋 family 🦋 butterflies 🦋 the tiny relief after a big cry 🦋 knowing 🦋 not knowing 🦋 India 🦋 places near my family home in India m that still look the same and have the same shopkeepers and same brand of ice cream we’d get as kids 🦋 romance transforming and adjusting 🦋 portals of change 🦋 youuu
Buon Natale !! ⭐️❤️🎄
baby if I ever had a million I would spend it on uuuuu 😊🩵 ‘smile for me’ for @kexp with @liaosauce and @jadalucye 🦋
