What’s that feeling called when you’ve read something so overwhelming the only thing you can respond to is a like on the little ❤️? That; I’m feeling that. There should be two “like” levels, one that is the bare minimum of acknowledgement and the other, so overwhelmed that is the most one can muster.
John, thank you for being here so that I can share it! Truly. What would I do with all this stuff in my head without this community? You are a blessing!
This is good and true and beautiful, Meg. For many years now I’ve loved the idea of becoming humus when I die. Let me contribute to nurturing some growing thing.
I used to hate the idea honestly. But I've come around to it. In the middle is something like mummification, which is a preservation process I increasingly love for many reasons. But which makes no cultural or practical sense for my own body, for many more reasons. So maybe it'll be dirt for me.
The more I think and learn about dirt, the more I like the idea of becoming it eventually. During the pandemic, Caroline Shaw and Vanessa Goodman did this beautiful dance project called Graveyards and Gardens. “Round and round this mortal coil, / everything returns to soil.” They’re still putting it on here and there, and I really hope that I get to see it live someday.
When I first heard of the composting disposal method I immediately told my husband and children that's what I want. I want to return my parts into the ongoing cycle and have them be of use. I garden so this is especially circular for me.
I want to be composted when I die. I often say these days that I want to be a tree in my next life, and maybe that's how I'll get there.
Additionally, it pains me how every single one of the "complex" political issues of today boils down to greed. Why can't we just share with one another? It seems so simple.
You should know that I put off reading this for days because I just had a feeling it was going to be one of those breathtaking pieces of yours, yet still I was *not* prepared.
This is beautiful Meg x
Thank you so, so much
I will be extra mindful of warm hands working and holding today....thank you.
What a joyous way to be integrated into your day.
Stunning. Thank you.
Keer, thank you so much for reading.
What’s that feeling called when you’ve read something so overwhelming the only thing you can respond to is a like on the little ❤️? That; I’m feeling that. There should be two “like” levels, one that is the bare minimum of acknowledgement and the other, so overwhelmed that is the most one can muster.
That, and this comment. 🙂
Gérard, you are too kind! Thank you, thank you. (Two thank yous! For the two like levels!)
Oh, Meg. Thank you for sharing the visions you see in the darkness, the suffering you feel, and the compassion it stirs in you.
John, thank you for being here so that I can share it! Truly. What would I do with all this stuff in my head without this community? You are a blessing!
Are you sure you’re not a seer? Because this reads like you are
Very sure, but thank you. If I was a seer I'd have better credit and some cold medicine in the house. (I am sick! And no medicine!)
Maybe all women with crowded eyes have something of a seer in them.
This is good and true and beautiful, Meg. For many years now I’ve loved the idea of becoming humus when I die. Let me contribute to nurturing some growing thing.
I used to hate the idea honestly. But I've come around to it. In the middle is something like mummification, which is a preservation process I increasingly love for many reasons. But which makes no cultural or practical sense for my own body, for many more reasons. So maybe it'll be dirt for me.
The more I think and learn about dirt, the more I like the idea of becoming it eventually. During the pandemic, Caroline Shaw and Vanessa Goodman did this beautiful dance project called Graveyards and Gardens. “Round and round this mortal coil, / everything returns to soil.” They’re still putting it on here and there, and I really hope that I get to see it live someday.
When I first heard of the composting disposal method I immediately told my husband and children that's what I want. I want to return my parts into the ongoing cycle and have them be of use. I garden so this is especially circular for me.
I want to be composted when I die. I often say these days that I want to be a tree in my next life, and maybe that's how I'll get there.
Additionally, it pains me how every single one of the "complex" political issues of today boils down to greed. Why can't we just share with one another? It seems so simple.
I loved all these little bits of thought shared. They perfectly capture the time we live in.
Thank you!
You should know that I put off reading this for days because I just had a feeling it was going to be one of those breathtaking pieces of yours, yet still I was *not* prepared.