It feels healthy to me every once in awhile to sit in a cemetery, to let a cemetery sit with me. While that is undoubtedly morbid to many, it is part of my life and I find it a grace.
There is a gentle voice in the cemetery that rides the wind through the grass and speaks, "Brevity, brevity." In that simple word it dares any soul that will hear to live fully, to fully live.
The pathetic and yet love packed bunches of plastic flowers scattered across the field seem to have eyes of their own that burrow into mine as their shadows fall on their stones. Every life will eventually lie in peace under a shadow of time, perhaps under the shadow of a plastic rose.
There are many people who are no longer with us, many, many, many, people whose lives are over. I am not one of them. Not today.
I rise with a conviction to live. Live aware of brevity. Live now.
My cemetery grace.
Katie Luse is a speaker and writer who is passionate about navigating life with eyes on a hunt for beauty.