Monday, 02 April 2012

  • The allure of...graveyards.

    I have always wondered what it was about graveyards that always seemed to attract me to them. Whenever I drive past one I always seem to have a strong urge to turn around and go in. Maybe it's the peacefulness that is inherent in a graveyard, the final rest, the end of all worldly troubles.

    The finish line,where the tombstones stand like the last page of a book.

    They seem almost to be the eye of the storm of the activity of this Life all around them. As if Life just stops within those gates, in more ways than one. They can be a place of meditation where the peace and stillness permeates the very soul. For some reason I feel safe when I go to see the graves of my Mother and my Sister, and yet...

    ...and yet when it's time to go it's almost like getting out of bed and having to go out once more into what the poet e.e.cummings described as "...the strenuous briefness, Life....", having to leave and knowing you have to leave them behind

    again.

    Is it just me? I have often wondered. Sometimes I think that's why I so often can relate to this family more than I can to the "Leave it to Beaver" families:
    Addams_Family_sketch_Charles_Addams

    Do you have these feelings too? Or maybe,

    is it just me?
    Graveyard

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