What you've helped me to see.

As we transition into winter, we transition into the darker half of the year. It’s a time to dive deeper into our souls, rest our bodies and meditate on the lessons we learned this year. It is time for hibernation, bonfires, divination, and feasting.

Today, November 2nd, marks the final day of Day of the Dead- a significant holiday throughout Central and South America. People of Mexican heritage use this time to create alters to remember the dead and celebrate the lives of their loved ones who have passed on into the afterlife.

Although this holiday is not one that I celebrate personally, I still feel a tug at my soul and I feel divinely guided to share some thoughts as I reflect on losing my brother this year.

It’s going on 9 months since my brother left this dimension. I can honestly say I have not gone a single day without thinking of him. I spend more time than ever before deep in prayer and meditation, for this is where I can connect with my brother the most. I have spent time with my brother in my dreams. He comes to me through song and through creative ideas. Sometimes, I even feel he is my spirit guide, gently nudging me toward my higher self and my life purpose. Sometimes when I look in the mirror, I see his face instead of mine.

One thing he helped me realized this year was the dysfunction among the masculine and the feminine energies in the world. Obviously, through worldly news we have seen these manifestations of the imbalances between masculine and feminine.

I feel that one of my purposes in this life is to help the wounded and bring men and women together in harmony. To create a world where men can express their feelings and emotions openly without judgement. Where vulnerability is the new norm. Where women and men can be allies and friends, instead of sexual objects and sources of pain.

I also dream of a world where those who are different still have equal opportunities to function in society. Instead of medicating and sedating some of our most creative, sensitive children- why don’t we create new learning spaces for them to thrive instead of HIDE their gifts? I once heard this: ADHD? Attention Dialed into a Higher Dimension. Something to ponder.

This is a poem I wrote back in the winter around the time I said goodbye to my brother. It’s a poem I wrote that I wish I had the chance to give to him.

The best men are the troubled ones,

The ones wearing scars and demons,

The ones fighting the biggest internal battles.

These ones signed up for something greater than themselves,

And they keep fighting each day,

Not knowing what they’re fighting for sometimes.

But the ones with the burdens, are the ones with the guts, the strength, and the most love of all.

They’re the ones with the greatest task of all: to find their life purpose, live it, breathe it.

They’re the ones that will feel love the most when it finally shines through the cracks

One day someone will be here to finally wipe your tears.

Keep fighting.

What is it that you wish you could be truthful about? That you could tell people about?

Stand firm and believe in yourself.

You can do this.