|Spare a Prayer ~ for Alan.|
A long time ago, when I was teaching young children, there was a workshop which included the task of deciding what to put on one's tombstone. Now, actually I don't want a tombstone. I don't feel a need to live on that way. I would be content to fade into obscurity.
Till that day, I really hadn't done much thinking about my own death. Though I've always liked what I came up with: She lived nowhere.
I like the word-play in nowhere. There's no where (as in the Son of Man had "no place" to lay his head ) and now here (which I think of as living in the present moment). I saw the shifting meanings at once. That was part of the appeal.
It's fascinating what emerges unbidden from the unconscious.
Alan thought I'd like this photo. I do! How wonderful that he caught this moment. In time. And out of time.
Choices are like mirrors. They hint at what we stand for. And what we yearn for. Who we are and who we might become.