Day 138b: To live a natural Death … (September 14, 2019)
I then easily ambled into the town of Marion, first past the Marion Church of Christ (a sanctuary that admonished me – ironically – to “Wake up before [I] fall asleep”), and then past the Marion Baptist Church (an institution that – with equal irony – warned me against any “religion that has become twisted”), and then finally – and somehow quite appropriately – past several advertisements announcing super-sales on cremation services and burial plots; encouraging me to invest in preserving my name or my memory or my legacy after I am dead, instead of immersing myself in fully living my life while still alive. What a bargain (Not)!
“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings … Most of us, at one time or another, have earnestly wished that certain trials or tribulations had not happened in our time. And yet we should all remember instead that it is not for us to decide such things, much less judge them once they occur. No, all we truly must decide in this brief and priceless lifetime – and this, whether we happen to be soaked in triumph or drowning in tragedy – is what to do with the same … In this light it can be fairly stated that anyone’s fear of death ever follows from his or her fear of life. For anyone who lives fully in the service of the less fortunate or the less joyous is ever prepared to peacefully die at any moment.” ~ inspired by Anais Nin, J.R.R. Tolkien & Mark Twain
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