Monday, February 11, 2013

Death - 2¢ views from the Front Porch


I do love being "untethered" now that I have the wireless set-up in the house. Oh! And these great "half-mittens" that allow my fingers to move about the keyboard in the cold. So sitting here blogging from the front porch as the snow falls. Looks like I have some ice to chink away at later today. 

Snowplows have been through to scrape roads of the mishmosh mess of ice, salt and snow. Seems to me that its like a fingerpainting with all that effort creating a bigger mess and not clearing a thing. Still -- progress not perfection.

Yesterday someone felt compelled to remind me that my Dad died 3 years ago. Wondered why I hadn't posted anything on Facebook or "at the very least" put a picture of my Dad on there to "honor him." Seemed upset that I may have "forgotten."

Got me thinking.

For many death means reuniting with loved ones or that one's soul is reborn into another body and others of a limbo awaiting the messiah's coming. Some believe it is simply the end.

Book closed.

Lights out.

Me? Death is part and parcel of a journey.

That's really all the   I have on that today. 

Hmmm...

But you know what I always wondered about?  How one could experience the seasons of the earth with the birth of spring through the dead of winter and not believe in God? Maybe they rammed up against a God of love and a tragic horrific event in their life, and there wasn't a burning bush? 
Perhaps they just never sat on the front porch and heard the singing of their soul that its morning, coffee is on and even in the dead of winter there is some more living to be done?

I don't know.  Seems I don't have any answers this morning.  So, wherever your journey takes you today, stay warm and upright!