In Honor of the Living and the Departed
The sound of bagpipes drifted across the shore as I arrived at the beach - haunting, beautiful, filled with both sorrow and strength.
It stirred something deep and familiar. Not just in memory, but in spirit.
There’s something ancient and sacred about the call of the pipes.
They have long carried people forward - into battle, into celebration, and in moments like this - into remembrance.
Today, it was a farewell. A ritual to honor a soul who had transitioned. A final ode sung across sand and sea.
And yet, like all moments, it would soon dissolve - the sounds fading, the people dispersing, the tide washing the footprints away.
Another thread of time, complete.
But what stays with us after such a moment?
What stays is the invitation to carry forward what mattered.
Not only to grieve, but to remember.
To honor the ripple that life created, and to let it shape how we choose to move forward.
So often, when channeling loved ones who have passed, they come with messages of gratitude, love, and remembrance. But more than anything, they ask us to celebrate the life - not just mourn the absence.
Not to bypass pain, but to allow love to become the stronger current.
Because every soul, no matter the role they played in our lives, becomes part of our becoming.
Some reflect beauty, some challenge us to rise, some teach us where our edges still need tending. And even the complicated connections offer keys to our own truth.
Perhaps you’ve had relationships that left deep wounds.
Perhaps you still carry questions.
But even in that, there may be something worth acknowledging:
A moment, a teaching, a reminder of who you are - or who you’ve chosen not to be.
Today, as the waves carried a soul back into the vast All, I was reminded:
We’re all just passing through.
And while we’re here, we’re asked to live - not only with presence, but with depth.
You may not be facing a loss right now, but there’s a message here for all of us:
Where in your life are you being asked to release?
Where are you being invited to remember what matters?
To soften, to feel, to re-align?
There is always more than what appears on the surface.
There is a thread running through this moment, through every relationship, every ending, every breath.
So pause. Reflect.
Offer your own moment of honor - for someone who shaped your life, for a version of yourself you’ve released, or for something you’re now ready to receive.
And as you continue forward, may you walk with reverence - for the seen and the unseen, the living and the departed, and for the sacred path that is uniquely yours.
With honor and respect to you, beautiful one.
Susan