Memento Mori.
Remember you must die.
One of the most life-affirming things I’ve ever done is start
living on a cemetery.
There is plenty of life here. A
steady stream of visitors to the graves, dog walkers, and runners passing
through on their daily run to admire the beauty of the place. Funeral
processions, noise from the earth diggers that dig the graves, and the constant
lawn mowing and hedge trimming.
There are owls, foxes, rabbits,
and bats. There are birds in the tree outside my bedroom window, and a family
of Starlings nesting in the gutter over the kitchen.
There are flowers; those left by mourning relatives, and those blooming in the
spring. We have trees and shrubs and greenery; and big, dark, open skies with
which to view the many millions of stars above.
And amongst the gentle hubbub
there is also peace and quiet to reflect on all of this.
As I stand at the kitchen sink and look out at the gravestones I have silent
space to ponder my own mortality.
This is an old cemetery and
whilst death happened a lot earlier in the 1800s, one only has to take a quick
look around the headstones to be reminded that death is always just around the
corner.
So I choose to make the most of
life. Memento Mori. Remember you must die.
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