silent thunder Posted April 6, 2017 As a young man, (20's) I was drawn frequently to spend spare afternoons and evenings in graveyards. I would meander about and then settle for a time, sketch, read the names, meander and roll the names in my mind, ponder at times what they liked to eat, or where their favorite fishing holes were... what their lives were like. But mostly just to be and meander.  Wrote some potent poetry in graveyards too, the proximity to so many stories and the deep yin like a pool of very still, very deep water. Now near 50, when I'm drawn it's to walk a bit to whatever spot is calling, then sit and simply be present there for a time. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
