So I’m out taking photographs in the cemetery early one morning (don’t ask), and I’m passively noticing differences:
Every headstone has a different name
Every headstone has a different birth date
Every headstone has a different death date
Every headstone has a different epitaph
When all of a sudden—Bam!—it hits me like a ton of bricks. Every single headstone, without exception, has one thing in common. The dash between the birth and death dates.
Now the Universe has my rapt attention and I’m actively paying attention. That little mark—the dash—represents everything in-between; a person’s whole life.
The more I think about it, the more outrageous it becomes. A little “dash” to represent an entire life?!
I shared this observation with my friend Sandi White of Under Southern Skies and in her sage, Southern style she said:
“We start at the beginning of our lives and then seem to ‘dash’ for the finish line! If we’re lucky we make it a 90-yard dash instead of a shorter run.”
I intend to downshift and live the dash slower than a herd of turtles in a jar of peanut butter!