It was of great sadness to learn of Carla's passing. I don't think I've ever felt sad about someone's death besides my dearest mum's. But within this sadness, is a deep layer of comforting knowledge and joy to know she has completed her mission in this part of her soul's journey, and has returned to her origin and ready for her next adventure, far away from this miscontrued 3D reality, but never really that far.
Her life's work had and still has an enormous impact in the constant expansion of my awareness, in both this physical realm and outside of it. Even her passing triggered me to write this post in a new blog that I plan to detail my thoughts in my spiritual awakening and journey in seeking the truth, something which I have procrastinated long enough.
Leaving with the ever popular JRR Tolkien poem.
“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.”
