We found this charming headstone in the Univ of North Carolina cemetery (a graveyard, on campus!) during our family vacation last summer. I would love a stone like this to mark my resting spot. What fun it would be to have birds frolicking overhead!
Today has been a busy day, so much so that even a flock of birds flying through my bedroom probably won’t disturb my sleep tonite. At the end of yoga class this evening, as I was lying in “corpse pose,” I had a moment to ‘live’ my death. It was a delicious thing to lie there and submit completely to the floor beneath me. To feel spent from a vigorous yoga session (completely with Y’s very special arm pulls and neck adjustments).
I can only hope that someday when it’s my time, I can submit just as peacefully. Knowing of the good life that I’ve lived and being ready to let go of the world. Forever.
I was watching a movie last night that was set in Spain (Volver) and the opening scene shows all of these older women who are tending to grave sites, including there headstones. They are working hard, scrubbing them clean, and placing flowers on them. Shortly after you find out that these women obtain and care for their own gravesites for many years because they actually die. I thought that this was a very interesting concept, and definitely want to research the truth/tradition behind this scene in the movie.