My friend Barry is having a lively conversation, I can hear him laughing.
His laugh has always been something special and just so Barry!
I see him now, he is frail and thin, standing with his walker.
Scene change again and Barry is in his hospital bed the day before he died.
He is very pale and weak as the life force drains from his body.
Color suddenly fills Barry’s cheeks as he smiles at me.
Sparse embers of light start to release from his body.
The embers float up into the ceiling until Barry’s body disappears.
I hear the words, Seeds of wisdom.
Barry in spirit form is now present and separates into many fractals of itself.
I see a face, lips pursed, blowing as I hear the wind.
I see Barry’s face, he once again smiles at me then smiles again.
A bagpipe plays soft, beautiful, joyful music.
*Seeds of Wisdom is a charity that tries to preserve our ancestral wisdom. This is what I found when I stumbled upon their website…
“but there is change in the wind. I personally see our role is to provide the “Ha” (breathe of life) that gently blows on those remaining embers to reignite the flame to allow the sacred fires to burn bright again.
I know our Ancestors walk alongside us always.
May they continue to guide us on our work together.”