This may come off sounding strange but here it goes. I like going to cemeteries. Even when I travel abroad or even domestically, I visit a cemetary (albeit often of note).
There is a weird sense of tranquility and beauty seeing the names of those long gone. Seeing some beautiful headstones as well as very simple ones.
In Brooklyn, I recently got the chance to visit the Green-Wood cemetery which is 478 acres built in 1838. It is quite impressive and even more so considering it’s in the middle of a city.
The greenery is alluring to the point that people actually make a day of going to the cemetery, including picnicking.
Walking through the cemetery was a moment of zen in a very hectic world. Of course, none of my family members are buried there thus the grief that often accompanies one at a cemetery wasn’t there in my being at the moment. Although, I did pause to reflect on my mother and how her ashes are with me keeping me company.
Categories: death, family, new york, photography, Psychology, society
I love cemeteries and often visit. I always leave feeling better about my opportunities as a breathing engaged human knowing that I am finite. Thanks for this post!
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I couldn’t agree more! I walk through the cemetery 5X a week . . . feed the squirrels and chipmunks, watch the wonderful collection of birds and wildlife . . . read markers . . . and embrace the peacefulness.
Beautiful greens for this week. 😀
Star DusT Ashes
We aRe Star FLoWeRS
Seeds We aRe Living True DarK Thru LiGHT
THorns RiSinG FLoWeRS Roses
Trees Leaves Feeding
Trees Falling to Soils
Of Living Newer Trees
Super Nova Explosions
Star Death Crucible Fire Gaseous Dust
Iron In Our Blood Streams Core of Earth SaMe NoW
DiFFeRenT TRuE Star Seeds FLoWeRS We aRe
True Seeing Beautiful All Dark Thru LiGHT
When Cemeteries Become Zen
Realization All Water Wave
Ocean Whole Flow
Just All That IS We aRe NoW
Moving Connecting Co-Creating NoW
Star Dust Returns We WeaR BReaTHE Free NeW
Never Ending ALWaYS StARTinG Beginning ReaL NoW…:)