Archive for July 5th, 2018


7.5.18 … always go to the funeral …

“Solvitur Ambulando” – It is solved by walking, 2018 Labyrinth Walks, Second Presbyterian Church – Nashville TN, St. Ann’s Episcopal Church Nashville TN, NPR’s – “Always Go to the Funeral”:

Always go to the funeral…

And that is what I did today. I went and I loved my friend, her husband and her sons. And I grieved for them and with them.

But before I went I found two labyrinths in Nashville where I walked and prayed and shared space with another friend.

I’m blessed to have visited with some friends who I just reconnected with last weekend and when they found I needed a place to stay last night, they opened their home. Through my usual conversation and social media, they knew that I love labyrinths, and they noted that their church here in Nashville has a labyrinth. I searched and it is not referenced on the locator services that I have.

So I headed out this morning and found the labyrinth at Second Presbyterian in a very private yard next to the church. It was in what they call a reflection garden and the sign has the following quote: “Jesus said remember, I am with you always to the end of the age.” Matthew 28:20 There is no reference to the labyrinth on the sign. There is also a sign listing those who have been interred at this garden. this labyrinth is a small three circuit Cretan labyrinth which is in the shape of the brain.

I heard birds twittering and I saw their shadows on the one wall of the garden that was bathed in sunlight. I looked up I saw two redbirds and a plane flying overhead.

There were some very tired hydrangeas still dripping from the rain last night, but not yet recovered from yesterday‘s heat.

My second walk was at St. Ann’s. And I walked it with my dear friend Ann. I shared my love of all things labyrinth and I do believe she was intrigued.

And then i went to the funeral with Ann and her husband. At St. George’s Episcopal Church. And who is St. George?

I love my friend Elizabeth and her family. Today I experienced love in its rawest form. And dear sweet, kind, passionate James is now free …

I am blessed.

And when I remind myself to go to the funeral, I pull up this 2005 NPR segment:

“I believe in always going to the funeral. My father taught me that.
The first time he said it directly to me, I was 16 and trying to get out of going to calling hours for Miss Emerson, my old fifth grade math teacher. I did not want to go. My father was unequivocal. “Dee,” he said, “you’re going. Always go to the funeral. Do it for the family.”

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