A favorite spot lately is this old cemetery. It’s pretty. And peaceful. And there are a herd of deer that live there all year long.
If I don’t have anything to do for lunch and I want to get outside, I pick up something and go park my car there.
If you sit quietly for a bit some of the deer usually appear. They seem quite used to the visitors.
Me and the deer. And the dead people. Weird but it seems very soothing to my soul at this time. Sometimes I wonder if it’s morbid. Especially since I just lost my Dad. I can’t go sit by his grave. It’s too far away. But sitting in this cemetery seems to bring me peace. So I’ll just go with it and not worry whether or not I’m being weird.
The cemetery reminds me somewhat of a book I read, Her Fearful Symmetry
Sometimes I walk around and look at the old headstones and wonder about the people. Some of them date back to pioneer days. Some are plain (only the words Papa or Mama). Some are ornate.
I have pictures of a cemetery in Charleston, SC from a business trip years ago. I guess this isn’t a new thing after all. There is just something about the big, old headstones. So much life and story behind them. So beautiful.
I don’t find cemeteries morbid, except when there are heaps of flowers somewhere – and then, it’s the smell of the flowers more than anything that I associate with death.
When I lived in NJ, I used to ride my bike through a particularly pretty cemetery often, stop and picnic, sit under the trees. I never worried about the dead people — only the living ones. (It was kind of a remote location.)
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The other day I visited and there was a burial going on…so I parked far away. And I saw some bucks that day…I was so excited. I have never seen bucks there before. I’m glad I’m not the only one who picnics at beautiful cemeteries.
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I like cemeteries too. I find them peaceful. I used to love to walk over from my grandma’s house to the cemetery that both sides of my family are buried in …. I liked to sit in the grass near my grandpa and my uncle and talk to them both.
and those are beautiful photos Thauna!
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