On Death and Decay

Why a blog about death and decay? Isn’t that a little morbid in this culture of bread and circuses?

Morbid isn’t really my thing. If you know me, you know that I am in love with life. Having walked through the valley of shadows many times, I treasure life, revel in it, do all I can to protect and nurture it. I believe that life and love ultimately triumph over death. But “ultimate” is not here yet, and that is why I write about death and decay.

I am an American. America is shiny. America is NEW, IMPROVED, IT WON’T LAST LONG AT THIS PRICE! We live in the land of lights and bright colors and so many choices—creating the illusion that we have more control over our lives than we really do. We grow up thinking that we can dance around death, and it won’t get us.

Not so—just read the papers. While we anesthetize our hearts with a blanket of stuff, and blind our eyes with glitter, a whole aching world is going on around us, screaming just beyond the iPod earbuds.

Death and decay have touched my life. It may have touched yours as well. I write from experience because I know there is hope. Love and life really do win, in the end.