It’s good to really look at dead things. To open oneself to a meditation on the destruction and ultimately the transformation of life. What we fear most, when examined closely, is just one more extraordinary moment of beauty in us. Death builds beauty, it doesn’t really destroy it.
11 thoughts on “Dead Things”
So true. I have been photographing autumn leaves a lot too recently.
So true. Even when a leaf is completely dead and decaying, the skeleton left is spectacular. I think this really is how we are meant to see death. We’re meant to understand each step in our decay has its own unique beauty. If we can see that we remain ever with the wonder of a child.
I am very interested in your thoughts on death because of the work you have done. So thank you Noelle.
You are welcome. Death and I are old friends. It is a fascinating part of our life. We fear it and yet I suspect our greatest transformation and unfoldment happens in our death.
What a gem to share.
I don’t know about this one. I will have to think about it. Maybe it is getting a little too close and real.?
Consider this – the best of you has yet to come.
That is a very helpful, positive thought …..Thanks
Beautiful. Reminds me of Jesus’ words in John 12:
Very truly I tell you, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds.
Some of the most exquisite moments come to life out of death. Childbirth, for instance. I died to birth my boy.
Death is all around us and clearly a part of our own inevitability. I don’t know how we’ve becomes so afraid, particularly in this culture.
I always think of childbirth as a metamorphisis. We are transformed by the entire process and it continues to alter us as our children grow, don’t you think?
Absolutely. And I’ve been meaning to talk about death one of these days.