The marvellous unfolding of the pincushion hakea flowers is still progressing slowly. The first flower to bloom is now drying out and beginning it's journey to seed.
Mother nature shows us perfectly the cycle of birth, death and rebirth.
Nothing is ever truly lost, the cycle of life is a continual process of transmutation, from one stage of being into another.
The ancient Egyptians always mourned a birth and celebrated a death. To them a baby coming into this earthly realm, was leaving home. Here to live a human life and all that entails. Death on the other hand was a celebration of a soul returning home. Back to the realms we come from, and more importantly their rebirth into eternal life.
Buddhists believe in reincarnation, where the individuals actions on earth lead them to their next incarnation, which will lead them eventually to Nirvana. Christians believe in a heaven, a harmonious place where they will live with their loved ones for eternity.
But if one sits with nature as much as I do, you do not need a set of beliefs to tell you about life and death.
The cycle of life happens to every living organism on the planet, we are all born of the same stardust and come from the same creator.
Each is equal to the next.
Each a miracle.
Miracles happen daily in a garden.
Silently in a forest.
Endlessly across the planet the phenomenon of birth and death is continuously happening.
When a grandmother tree dies she really doesn't die completely.
She sends her life force energy out into the mycelium network and she becomes a part of every plant and tree that surrounded her.
She becomes eternal...
