Driving past Fairview Cemetery in Boyertown late today before the sun went down nudged at my camera-thinking; I ventured back out with a few lenses to do some photography of gravestones in this early March snow. The storm last night brought the pretty-ish factor out all around us across local scenery.
And there is so incredibly much to learn from history and slowing down to read engravings which were cut into stone so long ago; it also takes us away from our usual mind-space for a little while to see the big picture of so many lives mattering, in the past, before our own.
This ends up reminding us of why we’re here—to enjoy our life-minutes on earth (not just to be stressed and frazzled, which seems like the stamped-into-reality way of recent years for so many of us), take in as much fresh air as we can, and support each other in a community-hugging sense, to be kind to each other when we’re out in the world, before we are that feared word, dead, too. Cemeteries can teach us to live through our hearts even more while we’re here. And walks throughout them are just plain good exercise, to boot.