January 07, 2011
So I walked in the cemetery and read stones as I went. Couldn't help it. (I'll take snapshots pretty soon.) So many born in Scotland and Ireland around 1850 and emigrated to New York then California. What brought them? Perhaps the promise of gold, the wild frontier, something better than what they could find at "home" in the coal mines and foundries. These would be women and men who were born at the time of the potato famine in Ireland and perhaps into poverty in the cities of Scotland. They sailed over, made their way west, and landed in the golden sun. Some of them did all right.
The flow of lives fed through me as I walked. A long river of life being lived and turning again into the earth. Not so many spirits still awake, but something murmuring in the deep settledness, a collective aura of peace in the certainty of our eventual outcome. We'll all arrive, do our best, then Rest in Peace and let others take over to be awake for their turn in consciousness in the 'flowing now'. Carpe diem, my dear ones. Carpe Diem!