The Wisdom in Life & Death

I’ve learned something profound over the course of my life, and truthfully, I am still embodying it.

I share it with you now during the transit of the 42 (my Culture Sphere / UC Jupiter) because it is through walking with this archetype that this wisdom has deepened in me.

We chose this life… however fleeting.
We chose this body. This personality. This dharma.
We chose to say yes to our destiny.
And with that yes, we also choose forgetting.

We leave behind oneness, unity, and the seamless remembrance of love, and we enter a world where separation is part of the experience. We arrive in separate bodies. Distinct lives. Distinct paths. And yet this body becomes our sacred vehicle, our sacred container, our way of touching life directly.

So much of human life becomes a search to find the love we feel we left behind.

To build a home.
To remember belonging.
To create safety, connection, and meaning here on Earth.

Maybe we found that love in our childhood home.
Maybe we did not.

But at some point, many of us begin the deeper work of creating a home of love within ourselves, and then extending it to the people, places, and creations we are called to tend.

We spend our lives learning how to become that love.
Learning how to create with it.
Learning how to mature into conscious participants in our own lives.

Some of us will birth children.
Some of us will birth businesses.
Some of us will birth art, communities, healing spaces, or ideas.

But if you are living, you are creating.

That divine spark of creativity is within all of us.
It is what created us.
And it is what continues creating through us.

And even after we die, that spark does not disappear.
It becomes part of our legacy.
Our eternal glow.

The essence we leave in the lives we touched, the beauty we made, the love we gave, the change we set into motion.
We add our thread to the tapestry, and that thread remains.

This is why endings matter.

This life in this body will end.
And in many ways, we are always in the process of ending.
Always living inside a cycle of becoming and releasing.

But most people do not fully reconcile with this until they are close enough to feel it.
When there is more life behind them than ahead.
When they begin looking back at the marvel, the beauty, the grief, the tragedy, the meaning of all they have lived.

And little by little, they begin to let go.
This, too, is part of creation.
As creators, we must eventually release what we have made.

We cannot cling forever to our children, our relationships, our businesses, our ideas, or even our identities.
Once something is born, it begins its own life.
It must grow, mature, change, and become what it is here to become.

This is the wisdom of The Nomad (42).

To live fully.
To gather the meaning.
To bless the journey.
To release when the cycle is complete.

Our memories live in our cells, in our bodies, in the bodies and hearts of others.
And eventually the body itself returns to the Earth.
It nourishes the soil again.
It becomes part of the great transmutation.

Nothing is wasted.
Nothing is outside the cycle.

And as we release the body, the soul begins its return.
Its return to Home.

To Source.
To Oneness.
To Love.
To Eternity.

Some of us cling longer than others.

Out of attachment.
Out of sorrow.
Out of regret.
Out of fear.
Out of the ache that maybe we did not do all we came here to do.

But whatever the clinging is, it is personal.
Tender.
Sacred.

And perhaps we do not fully know the extent of our life, our purpose, or our impact until we are finally able to release completely.

Because in the return, there is perspective.

A wider seeing.
A 360-degree view.

And maybe that is when we finally understand:
the perfection was never in doing it all flawlessly.
The perfection was in having lived it at all.

In the end, we see life through the eyes of Love.