Succession

I reflect on death and dying a great deal, dabble in the death trade as a Hospice volunteer, and see the evidence of it everywhere working in the garden.

Stephen Jenkinson said such a simple clear truth that I almost laughed out loud taking it in.

bulbs take over as tomatoes pass on
His metaphor: dirt is the dead, non living part that all life springs from, we go back to dirt, and other things arise from that which makes me think of the difference between soil - a living community - and dirt. Well said, Stephen!

He is absolutely unequivocal about the ending, a life form dies, it is gone, period. Life isn't gone but springs up in other forms. But that particularity of expression is gone, gone, gone. We humans are not generally happy to hear that our specialness does not carry on and make story upon story to protect ourselves from that eventuality.

This begs the question that we might be remembered which besides being called to mind also suggests reconstructing of the parts. This too makes me laugh.

It all leads to the realization that my biggest wish is that I leave nothing behind that can't support new life. If we really did that our predicament would be solved.
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