The original heading for this post was going to be “Plateau,” but then I saw that first line of my last “poem” and think it’s better. This entry will touch upon several topics, so either bear with me or go away.
PROFILE : My current (former?) profile says I’m not through growing yet. I’ve re-thought that.
When after an uncomfortable (well, some of it) thousand-mile trip you finally arrive at the end of the line only to realize your ticket was for the wrong destination, what then? Is it your imagination that someone whispers “Gotcha!”?
Despite what the scientists predict, my first organ to go was my heart. It turned to stone. My last surgeon said, showing my daughter my extracted mitral valve, it was hard as a pebble from a brook. On to another, more current metaphor for me, while awaiting compost:
I am lying on a vast bed of empty ice maker cubes (remember, from the old refrigerators?) Trying to be helpful, I’m sure, someone puts such a tremendous pressure on me (steamroller?) that my body is now comprised of hundreds of cubes, almost like building blocks. Now I’m really ready to compost.
BUT WAIT JUST A F***ing MINUTE! Building blocks! Like in days of yore, before my post-partum deression at 81! Whee!
“We are here today to share in the memories of those who have passed on before us.” But what happens after we die?
Some people believe that when they die they go to heaven and spend eternity basking in the light of God’s love.
Some people believe that when they die the fate of their soul is determined by karma’s balance sheet.
Some people believe that when they die, they will take an honored place among the ancestors where they will dispense advice to the living.
Some people believe that when they die, they will reach Nirvana–a place of oneness and nothingness.
Some people believe that after they die, they are reincarnated from one life to the next, learning the lessons that they need–in a state of continuous evolution (until they have reached a state of perfection).
Some people believe that when they die, there is nothing.
Some people believe that when when they die, they will be reborn into a world that cannot even be imagined.