Speaking of wandering ... one day I went to a cemetery.
My intent was to talk about how we view death. Our perspective isn't inherent in human existence in the way that laughter and human affection from a parent to a child can be. It is taught. It is learned. I went to the cemetery both for a little inspiration and for some imagery - however tangential - to liven what can be a very somber topic. What occurred instead was I got distracted.
If you prefer we can call it further inspiration, but the reality is, instead of writing one post on the topic I set out to write, I have the material for at least 4 posts ... maybe one of them will resemble the originally intended posting. This, however, isn't that post.
This post is about life. I spent the middle of the day, maybe four hours total roaming around a cemetery. It's a beautiful piece of land, overlooking a fantastic skyline, and as luck would have it home to many a woodland creature. It struck me. A place which is intended to be reflective and a home for those who have passed out of this life, a center for death and for marking of the ends of human interaction .... actually is quite alive if you're willing to notice. So here it is, the life I found in a place of death:
My intent was to talk about how we view death. Our perspective isn't inherent in human existence in the way that laughter and human affection from a parent to a child can be. It is taught. It is learned. I went to the cemetery both for a little inspiration and for some imagery - however tangential - to liven what can be a very somber topic. What occurred instead was I got distracted.
If you prefer we can call it further inspiration, but the reality is, instead of writing one post on the topic I set out to write, I have the material for at least 4 posts ... maybe one of them will resemble the originally intended posting. This, however, isn't that post.
This post is about life. I spent the middle of the day, maybe four hours total roaming around a cemetery. It's a beautiful piece of land, overlooking a fantastic skyline, and as luck would have it home to many a woodland creature. It struck me. A place which is intended to be reflective and a home for those who have passed out of this life, a center for death and for marking of the ends of human interaction .... actually is quite alive if you're willing to notice. So here it is, the life I found in a place of death:
 |
| The start to a day of discoveries |
 |
| Life upon Life |
 |
| Musical discoveries were added to the mix |
 |
| Not a solitary incident |
 |
| Looking for a seed snack |
 |
| Regal posts |
 |
| with the greatest of detail |
 |
| A feast with fuzzy friends |
 |
| The Grand Finale |
Cemeteries, especially old cemeteries, are very special places. They are quiet, peaceful and beyond the daily. I somehow feel closer to myself there, maybe because so many outside distractions are removed or at least put on hold.
ReplyDeleteLooking forward to further posts!