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In 1987, when I walked home after working the graveyard shift at that Seattle sandwich shop and convenience store, I'd pass by Calvary Cemetery. That's when I learned the real difference between city Indians and reservation Indians. On the rez, my grandparents are buried a mile from where I lived. But, in 1987, in Seattle, I daily walked past 50,000 graves of strangers and I was lonelier than I've ever been, before or since.
Very relatable feelings . Love your artistry Sherman . Still today , I wear my concert shirt with you and Bonnie Raitt’s names on it …. Proud to wear it ! 😎🙏☮️
Grave yards need to go. I understand having a ceremony for loved ones after they die, but using up precious land to fill with toxic synthetic boxes and an ego slab of identity marble on top - just not sustainable in a world of 8 billion going on 12 by mid century. You think about how nature works and its an amazing system of recycle and renewal. In ancient times we were buried with a cloth or our clothes wrapped around us and put under the dirt to biodegrade and become one with the earth once again. Grass and Wild flowers etc. pop would out of our grave site area and nature is left the way it was meant to be - no toxic waste, no ego marker. I wish to cremated and ashes tossed into the ocean or maybe the tree planting idea? Also, I have some thoughts on your heavy Evolve poem but another time.