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Buried with a tree

Simple things, you might imagine, a tree. You see them everywhere, pass them on your way to and from work, walk under, around, and in between them in the park, and grow them in pots in your living room. I have a rubber tree in my living room, it’s at least 25 years old.

Look closely, that’s me halfway up.

I own a little section of wooded property with mature oaks, maples, and hickories. I climbed a tall oak in the backyard a couple of years ago, just to prove to myself that I could still do it. I wish I could identify each and every tree I came upon, at the most I can name maybe a half dozen or so.DSC06240

Trees silently tell me that I’m not so important in the grand scheme of things. I strain my neck trying to see what’s in their upper branches, but it’s only the wind and the leaves struggling against it. A battle that is never won until autumn.

Black gum (2)Trees produce oxygen, clean the soil, trap carbon dioxide, provide cool shade in summer and warm heat in winter, act as noise barriers, and give us something to climb on.

I came across a very intreeguing article recently about burial alternatives. Did you know that you can have your remains put in a biodegradeable burial urn along with a tree seed of your choice and then be planted? I’m rethinking my burial plans, I suggest you do the same.

I’m also making a play list of songs I want folks to hear at my Final Party. Death Cab For Cutie’s “Stable Song” will be on it, because it’s beautiful, and so are you.

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Is God in My Twitter Feed?

I am a Christian. And I believe in God, His son Jesus, and the Holy Spirit; The Trinity. I am a convert to Catholicism, and I believe the Catholic Church is the proper House of God where I should be worshipping, and although I don’t make it to Mass every Sunday, I am most often present for at least one or two a month. I make this declaration of my own free will, having had my dear Mother’s approval to become a Catholic many years ago before she died. Her words were wise: “if you feel in your heart that it is right for you to convert to Catholicism, then you have my blessing.”


I have many friends who’re not Catholic, and that’s fine, they’re good people nonetheless. When I choose a friend, I don’t think about their religious beliefs or what particular denomination they may or may not be affiliated with. I can pretty much tell if I want someone as a friend by the third or fourth sentence of our very first conversation. Be that in an online exchange of words or face-to-face.

There are many things I don’t understand about how things are supposed to go while I’m alive. I wonder about what’s out there, or over there, or up or down there after I’m finished. I know some believe strongly in an afterlife, an eternal existence with God, immortality with no more worries, no sadness, the ultimate utopia I guess you could say. It’s something I’d like to believe too, it kind of makes all the struggling seem worthwhile.

But what if there’s nothing? What if this is all there is? I ask that question to no one in particular while I’m walking; I’ll look up and see the endless sky, or the trees that for all I know have eternal life, I like to think they live forever, and that there’s no end to the sky above.

I don’t find it frightening thinking about the end of my life. I know it’s coming, but I don’t dwell on whether or not I’ll be with God when my time is up. I think that we should live today like we would want to be remembered after tomorrow. And if there is an afterlife, and I end  up there, I would think God might say I done good. And if there’s an end to the sky above and trees don’t live forever and after we’re gone we’re gone, I hope someone finds out if God is on Twitter.