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Tuesday, April 12, 2005
While reading Digby, I ran across this link. It's sad, but I'm glad I followed it. It's a lovely native american prayer attached to a horrible, too-common tragedy.
Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight On the ripened grain. I am the gentle Autumn's rain. When you awaken in the morning hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there. I did not die. My Spirit is still alive… -- Hopi prayer
Love of my life, you know I wouldn't care if there's a funeral if/when the time comes, but if it's necessary to keep the peace in the family, I really like this prayer. Now there are words I never thought I'd type in a sentence, seeing as how I'm kind of a heathen. Nah, not really. I'm just not at all attached to the concept of organized religion. I do have beliefs - they're just not straight out of an old book, but they are my own. Having been to too many funerals lately, although none that were too close to deal with, I can say I've never understood the concept of funerals and visiting gravesites after a death. I mean, clearly, the person isn't there. Don't get that.

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