| I have been longing for a place to go that is still and quiet and removed from everything else. Somewhere to just be. This is inspired by the Tyler Childers Song “Universal Sound”. A place to just focus on my breathing and let my mind wander. Well, I think I figured out my place. I went deep into the cemetery and just sat. Left my phone in my car and found a great place to sit. I purposely forced all work thoughts out of my head and watched the ground. Then I watched the sky. I talked with God and thought about people that have left my life. It was therapeutic. I need to do it once a week. I didn’t stay long–20 minutes. But here are some thoughts that came from my time and observations: -A place full of death is teeming with life. There were bugs and birds and squirrels and trees and flowers and so much life. And that was just on the surface. I know there is a lot going on in the soil too. It was like being in the “Circle of Life”. -For everyone here, time has stopped. But life moves on all around. Sirens, helicopter, plane, train horns. Activity all around. Literally all sides of the property–movement, pain, joy, life. -Your story is relevant and remembered for a generation. Maybe 2. Maybe maybe 3. Then you are just a marker in a field or an entry on a genealogy chart. This creates all kinds of freedom. It also makes your daily activities more (BUT in some ways, less) important. -Death is an equalizer. No one in here is more or less dead. Wealth doesn’t matter. Looks don’t matter. What we tend to pursue is short. Vanity. -Being surrounded by the dead and seeing these things, I think about how important it is to make your impact while you can. Their time is up. Their impact, if any, is really in someone else’s hands. Forgive yourself. Your big mistake may seem like the end of the world now but when your worldly time ends, your mess up will be forgotten. -It occurs to me how much time and space we dedicate to the dead to not even spend time there. I was the only live person in the cemetery besides three dudes mowing the grass. I looked it up, 88.17 acres of what is now PRIME real estate. It is just the place for the dead. It is the place for the living to put them and forget about them. Storage. |
