Sunday, August 23, 2009

The Cemetery

Ever since I was a child I've liked walking through the cemetery. There is something magical and mysterious about it. Like opening the gate to some sort of wonderland. I like looking at all the stones. Each one unique in its own way, like the person it represents. Some are so old you can't read them, covered with orange and yellow lichens and some are so new you wonder how their families are holding up. I read the names, searching for one quirky enough to fit a future child. 

This may all sound weird and morbid but it makes me think about life and death. The fragility of our bodies becomes real and I wonder when I will die and how and if I will be buried. I think about God and how we get to be with Him, how we end up there? The cemetery is such a beautiful, mystical place, so quiet and peaceful. It gives me room to breathe and liberty to ponder. Walking there helps me put things in perspective and reveals to me the beauty of a life well-lived.

Where do you go for peace and quiet? 

1 comment:

  1. Love this cemetary thought of yours. The idea of looking for a baby name there never occurred to me - but I find it brilliant!