Monday, April 27, 2009

Cemetery Days Bring Inspired Nights

In between the branches, there is a cast iron heart poking through. I didn't notice it until after I had taken the picture. Very sweet.

I absolutely loved this arrangement. The colors were beautiful.

This was the first stone I saw. The shape of it caught my eye. It is very interesting.

This stone had a decorative stone set in front of it. It was covered in mosaic stones, but it was broken open. Half of the stone was missing it's mosaic stones. Seeing how old this stone was, I could only imagine how old the decoration was. A part of me was intrigued, and a part me of had a dark realization. At some point after we die, those that loved us will also pass on, and eventually our graves will stop being visited until someone else comes along to snap photos of it.

Behind all of these stones is a story. Behind this stone, dated 1890, there is a 23-year-old man's story. However, I don't feel the term "man" fits well. My fiance is 23-years old, and to look at him and know this young man never lived past this age is terribly disturbing. This particular stone was taller than myself and was all granite. I know how much a red granite stone that comes up to my knees costs these days. It is astonishing to see these old stones and realize who had money and who did not simply by headstones.
This stone so simply breaks my heart.
This stone was also taller than me. It is so beautiful.

She holds her flowers so daintily.
I was astonished to see how many stones have fallen over. I am saddened by this as well. It is as if these people are officially forgotten now that their stones are no longer even being turned upright. I can not help but wonder who these people were. I am desperate to know their stories simply because they are unknown. I suppose if it were really something I had to know, I could speak with the man who is in control of the plots. I don't know that is information someone could just have, though. I kind of like not knowing as well. It allows me to envision my own story.

My whole life, I have loved to read, and I really do enjoy writing. I am taking a dive into writing professionally, now. I am researching my options and learning what it takes to become a good writer. I am very excited about this endeavor, and I especially love that my research has encouraged one thing especially: take chances. Breathe life in. You can find inspiration in all things. Today, I found inspiration in the cool breeze, the gray skies, the cold rain on my back, and the wind song from the trees.

1 comment:

  1. Very nice post. The cemetery is a wonderful place to find inspiration in all areas of life!!! It is one of my favorite places to be!