What is death? It is the glass of life broken into a
thousand pieces, where the soul disperses like
perfume from a flask, into the silence of the eternal
night.
When your time comes to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home. / Tecumseh
And this for you, my dear, dead family.
Sweet and bitter memories of you
in a shoe box. Rough art, but true,
with love and honour in my heart.
Regardless of how we see death it should always remind us to enjoy and celebrate LIFE! Thanks John!
Amen to that Robert. Part of what I wrote on the family shrine was this by Kahil Gibran: …”If you would behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide to the body of life.
For life and death are one, even as the river and sea are one.”
I also like this by George Carlin (remember George Carlin?):
“Death is caused by swallowing small amounts of saliva over a long period of time.”
I enjoy this art form and as you know posted my work on my blog.
I have always enjoyed your Dia De Los Muertos art work Carl. You have tapped in to the Mexican spirit perfectly in your drawings.
A beautiful tribute and memory to your family. With age I am less afraid of death, “that glass of like broken into a thousand pieces.” The video was very moving with its silence and music.
Thank you Jo-Nell. I’m happy to share and connect. Your words: “With age I am less afraid of death.” gave me pause and led me to ask myself if I felt this too. And I discovered, yes, I do. A valued insight due to you, thank you…
This is all very meaningful to me. I have spent time this year viewing and visiting altars in the Los Angeles area where Dia De Los Muertos is highly celebrated. It prompted me to make a little altar in my home to remember my own family. I think there’s something very calming about honoring those we love. What a meaningful post!
Sounds like you’ve been on a pilgrimage of sorts Debra. Did you take photos or maybe that’s inappropriate. I’ve always had some form of shrine in my home, a quiet corner with 2D and 3D images, a branch or bloom of nature, a reminder of the quiet in us.
So wonderful John…the map of Weston-super-Mare, my eye wanders over all the detail. I also set up my candle and pictures. Immersed myself in loving, connecting with love. The doorway of death faint and thin. Thank you!
Good eye Jana! WSM. I couldn’t wait to get out of there as a teen, but looking back it makes a rich tapestry I say thank you for…
You are immersed in loving and your doorway of death is faint and thin…I raise a glass to the courage of your words and to Life, Hallelujah!
” When your time comes to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with fear of death” . More importantly, I feel for one to truly live, one must know how to die. Life and death are two sides of thesame coin. Nice post. I love the photos.
Thank you Clare and nice to meet you. Mortality is a fact that’s difficult to accept until the moment of dying. None of it makes any sense and never has so we laugh and keep on truckin….
Rough and beautiful.
C’est la Vie…