I've only felt this way four times.
1) On my grad trip in the sixth grade, the Ottawa Parliament Library. The books felt alive
2) Muir Woods in California
3) Sleepy Hollow
4) Orchard House
On our trip to Maine a few weeks ago, we stopped in Concord to visit some touristic sites. I've wanted to go ever since I read The Mother Daughter Book Club by Heather Vogel Frederick. It was one of my least favourite books I've ever read, but I still was intrigued by the setting, Concord.
We went to Sleepy Hollow Cemetery first, a cemetery which houses a lot of graves of famous authors and war veterans.
I took a lot of pictures there, and I'll show pictures as I write what came to my mind while walking by the graves.
When I first walked into the cemetery, it was like the atmosphere had changed. The temperature became humid, and there was a low hum in the wind that whistled through the trees. It wasn't spooky, because I was with my family and it was the middle of the day, and I knew that if any spirits haunted the place, they were good.
The steps leading up to Author's Ridge
I felt safe there, like nothing could hurt me. I felt calm and peaceful, like the four elements were balanced inside and outside of my body. There was a ton of greenery, shrubs, and trees. There was so much life in a place where there was a lot of... death.
I could see how much the people buried in the cemetery were respected. The most famous of the authors' graves had pencils and pens placed on the headstones.
Louisa May Alcott's grave. She was such an amazing woman.
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We found this in author's ridge. Rest in peace Mr. Potter.
Why are we so afraid of death? We're afraid of leaving what we have here behind, never seeing loved ones again. We're afraid of going into the unknown. We don't know what will happen to us.
Religion says we will either go to heaven or hell. Atheism says that absolutely nothing will happen to us, that we will cease to exist. But neither knows for sure because no one has the proof.
So maybe, instead of thinking about death as leaving this world, it's possible to think about it as changing the way we're living in it. Grass, trees, bushes, flowers, all of them alive. All of them peaceful.
Is it possible that there's more life than death in this cemetery? Yes it is.
Maybe death can cause life. And maybe death is not as bad as we make it out to be.
Next time I post about the trip, I'll be doing it on Orcard House, because it deserves a post of it's own.