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Friday, April 07, 2017

And Now It's April, Just Like That!

I drove over to Galveston to meet up with SpookyRach and then went on to spend the night with my sister. It had been to long since I'd had a short little adventure. Of course Rach and I made our way to a cemetery so we could take a few pictures. The next day my sister and I went to visit my favorite cemetery angel of all time. She (the angel!) was much smaller than I remembered (my sister is smaller, too, but that's a whole 'nother story!).

Here are photos from the Galveston cemetery.



This was a bas-relief piece which was fairly wide but there were buildings in the background so I got in close. I like her a lot too.


And here are the (phone) photos of my favorite angel of all.


I don't know what it is about this angel that I love. Not far away there were many small graves in an area called "The Baby Garden." That name makes me want to laugh out loud and wail with grief all at the same time. There was another woman there, kneeling in the grass as though in prayer. The tears did well up when I looked over and saw her. The last time I'd seen this statue, my son was still alive. My sister and I talked about young people we knew who had lived short lives and tried to make sense of it all, though we both know you can't make sense of it all. So many things we just can't know and must do our best to accept.

I haven't been doing much more in the way of art. I have been reading a lot. And thinking about writing. My thoughts don't seem to stay collected long enough to write anything. I'm in a bit of a funk, to tell you the truth. So it was good for me to get out a bit and see a different view for a while. I'm grateful I got to go.

Oh! Here's a "death poem" I read in one of the books I've been reading (written by Kozan Ichikyo, who died in 1360)! I don't know why I like it so much, but I do.

"Empty-handed I entered the world
Barefoot I leave it.
My coming, my going--
Two simple happenings
That got entangled."

The book I read the poem in is called The Five Invitations (Discovering What Death Can Teach Us About Living), by Frank Ostaseski. It's a book that is filled with little pearls of wisdom. It's well worth checking out.


2 comments:

  1. I'm way behind, but I couldn't just skip this post. I, too, love the angel that's your favorite. My friends think I'm a little off because I like to visit cemeteries and see the artwork, sometimes make rubbings of stone engravings. I'm glad to see someone else likes to view them, too. Such a mix of emotions you describe, and I always feel that, too. What a fabulous poem. It isn't precisely a tanka, but it has the feeling of that form. So much to think about in so few syllables.

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  2. My mother has always enjoyed walking around cemeteries, Susan. I suppose I got it from her!I think they are peaceful (generally always quiet).

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