tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226900626402490966.post2184554521370638966..comments2024-01-12T03:58:30.107-08:00Comments on Walking With Ancestors: Death Grief LoveSarah Lynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08046940782599889692noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226900626402490966.post-84177053708435019762015-07-02T06:48:25.923-07:002015-07-02T06:48:25.923-07:00Damn... This, in particular, resonated with me,
...Damn... This, in particular, resonated with me, <br /><br />"we sat there and meditated for a while, then stretched our backs. the sun blazed through the windows. it was like we had stolen our own private little wake.<br /><br /><br />"when christine died," he said, "we left her body out for two days, so everybody could come by and be with her."<br /><br /><br />"i'm so glad we got out of the hospital," i said. "there's no time to say goodbye like this, there's no space for it."<br /><br /><br />we'd been talking about that the night before...how screwed up the new systems are, how we're all so far from death and life and birth all the time because we no longer live in tribes and villages and close quarters. it used to be that there was always someone around dying, and someone around being born, and it rolled out right in front of your eyes, this great cycle of life, instead of being hidden in locked, poorly-lit buildings with visiting hours."RahdneZolahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14806288177973644839noreply@blogger.com