For Myself

Given the stresses at work, and the increased efforts I need to spend doing volunteer-work, today I wanted to do something for myself. So I asked to go graveyard-walking at the Homewood Cemetery that we drive past every day. It's a large, sprawling place filled with headstones, statuary and mausoleums.

Far from being morbid, I find cemeteries to be a place of peace and humanity. Occasional humor and twinges of sadness sit side by side, from the small headstone that declared the little boy lived exactly one day, to the "beloved son's" grave beside the tree that was adorned by a wind-chime made out of his ski poles.

We finished the morning by stopping off at Starbucks, and indulging ourselves in living in the moment.