I suppose we have come a long way since Marconi's first public radio transmission in 1896! And in our fast-paced world of lightning-quick communications with Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, and email, it is hard to believe that there are still lots of folks who listen to talk shows on the radio. On AM stations. In counties where there are lots of small towns and cities.
Shrouding Sisters Blog
I am grateful to Elizabeth for giving me permission to share this story. It is a powerful teaching gift as we remember how important home funerals and their healing rituals are—for both the living and the dead. All names have been changed by request.
It was a perfectly ordinary Tuesday in late autumn, when I heard the doorbell ring. On the porch stood a wild-eyed woman, a casual acquaintance, who was shouting something. Over the din of two barking dogs, I could just make out, “I-want-you-to-make-me-a-burial-shroud!”
I am preparing to host our EIGHTH Death Café on March 25! We have met monthly since our first Death Café in July, 2014. The group continues to grow and is a diverse bunch of folks, especially on the age spectrum. We have 20-somethings and 80-somethings! We are composed of college students, a clinical psychologist, a family practice physician, a baker, a Veteran, an artist, an occupational therapist, hospice volunteers, cancer survivors, a mortician-in-training, a diesel mechanic! We all love to talk about death and there is never a lull in our conversations.
Even though I can't identify the source for this quote, it makes sense. Every great artist, specifically SCULPTORS, use miniatures, models, maquettes to plan out their masterpieces! That's a LOT of "M" words!!!!!!!!!! Marvelous!
Pat is no exception. When she began to think about how to create a shroud for me, she used her "Deceased Barbie" to get things going. In arriving at the design, she had many attendant engineering considerations.
Wow....the time has gone by so quickly since my last post! Between Death Cafes, National Home Funeral Alliance beeswax (I'm now on their Board of Directors!!), and our annual Day of the Dead party, it's almost Thanksgiving! Oh. And did I happen to mention a MOVE in there?? Whew!Pat, my artist friend, has been hard at work on my shroud. It is an incredible creation. She actually brought the shroud for me to "slip in to" at the party on November 1st, and much to her dismay...it was TOO SHORT!!
I finally did it! I have decided to host Mebane's FIRST "Death Cafe!" Death Cafes are popping up all over the country, having started in Europe back in 2004. Finally, a taboo topic is gaining ground and people are finding it "normal" to sit around and discuss all aspects of death and dying.
Today I actually spent time with Pat for my initial shroud fitting! She has selected wonderful organic materials (muslin for the main body of the shroud and an almost sheer jersey for the face covering). Pat will add a pocket, right on my heart, to hold lavender and rosemary (but mostly lavender because it's my favorite!!) We're imagining that the pocket will be made from tulle with a ribbon of some sort.
The title of this post is a quote from Shakespeare's "As You Like It" (Act II, Scene 7) where he defines the seven ages of man. It also served as the title for one of my graduate school research papers at UNC in the year 1981. In the paper, I was making a comparative analysis of Islamic and Christian cemeteries.
The year is 1969, and I am a Senior at Hickory High School. Our Honors English class is reading Dante's "Inferno" and I am apparently asking too many questions of the teacher because my friend, Tom, continues sighing. Some exasperating sighs. At one point, he just blurts out: "SARA HILL! YOU ARE OBSESSED WITH DEATH!" This will become one of the defining moments of my life. Thanks, Tom, for speaking your truth. And for the inscription in my yearbook. Forty-five years later, I am STILL obsessed with death.