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books, maturing, movies, reflection
on my drive home the other day, i stopped by to say goodnight to my grandfather. the crypt/ mausoleum he is in is in the back part of the cemetary. the sun had long gone down and the shadows were getting longer. there was a little brown rabbit, whom i had seen before, but this time was just hanging out. there were a couple of deer making their way down from the hills, and it was very serene. i know when the rains come the hills will become green, and his, ”view,” will be beautiful. the day he was buried, my mother, brothers, and i went back to the crypt… amid the tears wesaw a pair of, ”golden eagles.” i’m sure they were some little hawks, but they were beautiful to watch flying in the sun. my grandfather grew tomatoes, when we were kids he would save the little tomato caterpillars in a milk jug for us. they’d have a little tomato habitat. they weren’t so gross back then. i’m rambling… glad yr in a good place Ben. 🙂
It’s amazing how nature can help put things in perspective for us. I don’t know why that is, but you think about how far our urban modern life is from the animals we were just a few thousand years ago… or even the farmers we were a few hundred years ago… We’re just so far removed from the simple experience of being around nature and wildlife and just observing it. When it must have been a daily part of life for our ancestors. OK, now I’m rambling, but I think I know what you mean. 😉
intersting blog…. I must read this book you mention……. after I lost both my parents watching my fathers last breath…… with his face grimacing,, and all…. I have a light hearted thought about death that I didnt have before losing somone close to me. It’s all part of the circle….. and … I cant Believe you mistook a pheasant of ANY sort for a turkey,,, there is a flock of wild turkey that hang out on my property all the time,,, and the other day nick was all upset when this large red tail hawk was on the ground trying to get my chickens… you gotta come out here some time and HICK up….. 🙂
That’s where I’m trying to get these days. Trying to accept death as a natural part of life. I can imagine that an experience like you’ve had with your parents would really drive that home. The “circle” view is the answer of course. I guess it’s one thing to “know” it. I think it will take me longer to really “accept” it, you know? By the way, I’m a little disappointed your comment didn’t come with a picture of Frankenstein on the farm, or my face pasted on Paris Hilton or something. 😀