Hanging out in the cemetery does something to you. More specifically, it does something to your inner-spirit.
The cemetery is walking distance from where I’m staying. It’s a place I frequent often, and it’s become part of my walking ritual.
I could take a different route, but I choose to walk through the cemetery as often as possible. Something draws me there.
At first, I thought it was the beautiful landscape. I became convinced it was the solitude I craved. Now, I realize I’m drawn to the cemetery for a different reason.
Today, I found myself being pulled toward a particular tree on the cemetery grounds.
I sat down and was surrounded by hundreds of burial plots. It wasn’t eerie. It was comforting.
Have you been to a cemetery lately?
You’d be amazed how beautiful a cemetery looks during the holiday season.
The living have decorated with Poinsettias, Christmas trees, and an array of festive holiday decorations. It’s breathtaking.
As I sat there, I found myself fixating on one particular burial plot. It was amazing. Christmas tree, ornaments, lights and festive trinkets. It was a Christmas celebration.
Then it hit me, only the living can experience the holiday festivities with their family and friends!
Would this individual trade places with me knowing that I’m living with a chronic illness?
I’m certain he would!
I’m certain he would take on my current health burdens in exchange for being in the presence of the awesome people who honor him in such a publically visual way.
I’ll leave you with this.
On the Christmas tree was a large sign decoration with the word “Hope”.
I’m convinced the decoration is a positive reminder for all those that stumble upon this post.
Hope you find a cure.
Hope you find peace.
Hope you find love.
Hope you find acceptance.
Hope you find…..(whatever makes you appreciate that your still among the living.)
PS: Walking through this cemetery has changed me. It’s going to be a constant reminder of how blessed I am to be among the living despite chronic illness!