05/17/2023
On Mother’s Day I had the opportunity to sit on a bench over-looking a sun filled Bellingham Bay with boats going by, people jumping off the boardwalk into the water, and the islands in the background. I sat and journaled about missing my mom and how grateful I am for her. Then it got me thinking about my own mortality…
The cycle of life is so interesting. Sometimes it seems kind of crazy to me that I’m going to die and the world isn’t going to change much. Everything is just going to keep going. I’m not sure I mind that. There is something beautiful and peaceful about dust to dust. There is a twinge of pain to think about the world’s indifference but also the feeling that it’s better or healthier that way… that my coming and going would go mostly unnoticed by the world. Drives home the point that we are part of something so much bigger in this life.
Don’t get me wrong… I love my life and I know people will care when I die BUT they will also carry on and that’s a good thing. That’s as it should be. It’s just interesting to me that we both matter AND we are only one small expression of humanity in this world. I also find it interesting that we are all going to die, we all have that in common, and we don’t talk about it more often.
Anyway, that’s all for my light topic of conversation today. ;-)
