Scribed In Light

What if your final breath is not an end…but rather, the beginning of something far greater.

A new stage of life – built upon every choice, every ripple, every echo you created.

What if – what comes next is shaped by everything we have built, released, and rippled outward from this life?

What if eternity remembers what we thought was forgettable?

We often imagine life as a straight line – A beginning and an end.

We picture our final moment like a full stop. A final chapter. A closing of the book.

But the ones who came before us – the prophets, the elders, the teachers from every culture – they have always whispered otherwise.

“When you were born, you cried and the world rejoiced. Live so that when you die, the world cries and you rejoice.“

– Cherokee Blessing

“The soul is not born, nor does it die…it is eternal“

– Bhagavad Gita (from a sacred Hindu scripture often called the Song of God.

Here is the sacred truth we often overlook:

We think our lives are just footprints in passing sand. But eternity gathers them like seeds. Every act – small, tired, unnoticed – echoes louder than we imagine.

You are not just living…you are weaving. The way you rise when no one cheers.

The way you forgive what no one knows.

The way you choose grace when anger feels easier.

These are not just moments.

They are sacred threads.

You are not just making choices.

You are laying down foundations.

You are setting up systems – of kindness or harm, of safety or silence, of healing or hardening.

What you choose today may become the voice someone hears in their moment of doubt. The gentleness they remember. The permission they needed to grow.

Your life may be the soil that nurtures someone else’s first bloom.

So when we say, “It ends with us,” may we also recognize – it begins with us, too.

Right here. In this breath. In these small choices we make when no one is watching.

Because what if in this manner – our actions are not isolated? What if they are absorbed – woven into the fabric of others? What if our choices become the root system, the foundation upon which new stories rise?

So pause.

Reflect.

Make every choice count…as if eternity is listening. As is your footprints matter. As if your ripple becomes the river someone else drinks from.

Because it does!

The choices we make in silence often become the echoes others live by. So let your life be a seed. For what you plant in secret may bloom in the heart of another. We are the soil, story, and soul. Sow in love, that others may harvest in healing.

Live gently, Love deeply. Someone just might be building their tomorrow on the ground of choices you make today.

Love, light, and grace…

Tina