I think I may need to build an office in the graveyard. Not just any graveyard - the graveyard where my son is buried.
Whenever I need a little peace and quiet, and perhaps some clarity of thought, I visit his grave. It's become a bit of a ritual. I often take my journal along, and jot down some of the thoughts wandering around my mind. In the past, when I've had a public speaking engagement, I've gone there to put the finishing touches on my talk, or even practice.
Lately, I've had a bit of a semi-regular writing gig for a daily inspiration type of magazine. I've written 6 short pieces for it, and 4 out of the six have been written at the graveyard. Today I went there for about half an hour and wrote 2 of them. I'm not sure what it is, but when I sit by his grave, my creative thoughts seem to tumble out in perfect order. The ideas come as if from thin air, and I rarely have to edit.
I think my muse likes to hang out in the graveyard because there are so many stories there to keep it company.
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It makes sense, I guess -- a quiet, tranquil place with trees and green grass. But I think you could probably write on a roller coaster ride.
I love the cemetery. I find it to be a peaceful place. Reflective and quiet. And yet...I think that I can hear the whisperings of all those buried there. I don't mean this in a creepy way. The headstone speak for them...the lives they lived and the people who love them still enough to leave behind a memento.
My friend lost her son @ 3 weeks of age.
His grave site has become her special place as well.
I hope that this place brings you peace
I suppose there are few distractions in a cemetary.Nothing matters anymore. All are equal.
Thatn sounds like a very peaceful place for you.
I can relate. Although I keep Ava's ashes here, I often find inspiration from being near her ashes.
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