Profound lessons are to be had in our cemeteries.

Deep thoughts of divinity, hardship and our roots.

These places we ignore usually, leaving them untouched and slightly kept after.

Go there and also witness the abundance of animal life.

Listen to the birds, bugs and hundred year old trees sing.

They thrive on the land that holds our ancestors.

We walk the Earth in peace and joy.

As I walked the hallowed ground I came upon a “butt-tree.”  It had long cheeks and about head height there was a hollow with green leaves inside. As I looked in, I saw the leaves twitch and heard a rustling. Startled, I jumped back and then laughed at myself. I found a nearby seed pod full of uneaten, red berries and tucked it lightly into the nest’s doorway. My work was done.

Be well, friends.

– Mark Weathers – October 2014