Yesterday, I asked Kurt if he would be weirded out eating vegetables from a garden where I was buried. He said, "Yes, but I'm not overly fond of vegetables."
I thought that this might be a good idea, the way people are always saying, "I want to be buried under a sapling so it can grow big and strong into a tree, using my body as life."
It's strange to me that decaying things feed plants. Actually, it's strange in a way that makes me feel like I've understood something about life just by thinking about it. I think to myself, "Yes. This is what I want to do. I'll be buried under a tree. That way, I won't be gone, when I die."
But then, it occurs to me how silly this is, the notion that I'll just be gone when I die if a tree isn't feeding from my body. We eat food and the food turns into energy and helps to build parts of us; we can feed the plants in the same way. Nothing is ever gone. That's kind of the point of life, that we're a part of it and that it goes on.
Holy crap, too. It does go on and on and everything slips through my fingers.
|my baby is pretty much all grown up|
|my sweet, amazing big girl will be 5 in a few weeks|
|when i came home wearing these sunglasses, kurt asked me if we were late for the inxs concert|
|photo by scouty|