Unusual wish... must mean a life well lived. I wonder how much peace or pain goes through ones life to get to this conclusion? Beautiful poem, the ordinary, mundane and then bang the philosophy behind it all.
Death is inevitable, the one thing we cannot escape. I am saddened by the people I have loved and lost and wish I could ask them things, have conversations I wasn't wise enough for then. But I have no fear of dust, for life has blessed me with more honey than wasps. Thank you Alexie.
This made me smile. I was conceived in Reno, born in Las Vegas, never spent more than 2 years in one school. So, friends? They've come and gone in my life from the beginning. I've found some remain beyond time, distance, or death while others can disappear right before my eyes.
My grandma used to tell me she had more friends in the graveyard than she did alive and breathing. When my Dad was in his 80s and 90s, he used to sit at the entrance of stores while my Mom shopped; he watched the people coming in the doors hoping to see someone he knew. Mostly he didn't.
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Unusual wish... must mean a life well lived. I wonder how much peace or pain goes through ones life to get to this conclusion? Beautiful poem, the ordinary, mundane and then bang the philosophy behind it all.
I love the word picture of the horse fly and the wasp in the honey jar.
Hope it works out for you--you are right of course... Somewhere I missed my turn and it looks like I'm on a road with no place to turn around.
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Death is inevitable, the one thing we cannot escape. I am saddened by the people I have loved and lost and wish I could ask them things, have conversations I wasn't wise enough for then. But I have no fear of dust, for life has blessed me with more honey than wasps. Thank you Alexie.
In search of Honey…go straight to the flowers^^
I also want to be somewhere in the middle.
This made me smile. I was conceived in Reno, born in Las Vegas, never spent more than 2 years in one school. So, friends? They've come and gone in my life from the beginning. I've found some remain beyond time, distance, or death while others can disappear right before my eyes.
Oh yes , I understand but think of the void you’d make by leaving in the middle
Midway upon the journey of our life
I found myself within a forest dark,
For the straightforward pathway had been lost.
Dante Aligheri
Inferno, Canto I
I don’t particularly want to be the last to go. But being the one who remembers is important.
Belated thanks your consistently excellent writing.
Ever seen a box-and-whisker plot (https://datavizcatalogue.com/methods/box_plot.html )?
For those of us who try to imagine what's above the upper whisker, it's a change of perspective to long for somewhere in the box.
My grandma used to tell me she had more friends in the graveyard than she did alive and breathing. When my Dad was in his 80s and 90s, he used to sit at the entrance of stores while my Mom shopped; he watched the people coming in the doors hoping to see someone he knew. Mostly he didn't.
let me die covered with honey inside the sticky jar with the horsefly and wasp
I too am designing my death. Makes sense. I don't want anyone to be sad though, so I'm going long.