a million little pieces

I don't like the idea of going into the ground. Maybe it is because of the finality and deadness of it of it-- you are dead, stiff as a nail, and here you rest until you decompose. However, i do like the idea of my cells going and becoming part of everything else when I die. I think I'd like to help that process along. My eyes, donated to someone who can't see. My heart, kidneys, liver, and all the other things inside of my that may still be functioning and useful can go to the people who most need then, the next ones on that long waiting list. Cremation for the rest of me, scattered in a garden (is that allowed?) or in a forest. I'm no good with plants right now but perhaps I can be of some help then. Slightly morbid perhaps, but it gives me a sort of feeling of immortality, that even though my soul isn't connected to my body anymore, my cells can keep living, and maybe continue with an impression of me on them. Perhaps whoever gets my heart will feel a little flutter when they see or hear something that I loved. Or the people with my eyes will see my shadow, catching glimpses of the spirit world (pleasant ones, not the "I see dead people" kind). I like the thought of a fern with my cells forming leaves, touching the wind and waving in it. Cellular memories of me floating around in particles all over the place; that is what I would like when I die.

Treasure and Graveyard

Before I die, I want to take everything precious that I own, meaning journals, old books, some of my artwork/paintings, my jewelry, and some of my nice dresses and stash them in a chest. I would then burry the chest somewhere out in Helvetia, OR where I grew up and leave a map that leads to it somewhere in my parents attic, hoping that years down the road, some kid will find it and be able to have somewhat of an adventure for themselves.

As for myself, I would like to be buried in Winterthur, Switzerland, in a little church graveyard near where my grandparents live. The graves over there are so peaceful and are always decorated with flowers, plants, little statues, and all sorts of lamps and lanterns. Its actually quite calming to walk through them.

the stars spell...

The right arm of Magnus. he has no freckles on his face, but his arm has plenty. i think that this constellation ended up being a bird sitting on a heart. There i a great myth attached to it, somewhere.

Well ...

I was planning on doing all assignments but I will have to fail on that one after all ... I have so many friends here and there but I literally have no single friend with freckles. Believe me or not but I don't. And it is not because I don't like people with freckles or because people in this funny country called Poland don't have them. Within the last 2 weeks I have seen 3 people with freckles on the street. I was about to ask them if I could draw a constellation on their face but I neither had a marker nor had a camera with me :( plus asking a random person on the street whether I can draw a constellation on their face seem to be a pretty weird concept:)
But I learned one thing ... freckles are cool ... it's like having a whole sky on your face, and I have no idea why people dislike them:)))))) just sharing this random thought :)
Peace!!!

Beatle Boot Constellation

I love freckles; on arms, on backs, I really love'em. And I specially enjoyed searching out for constellations on the beautiful face of Kim Devine...pictured above.

        It didn't take long for me to find something comparable to the big dipper (and by association the little dipper), Orion's belt, or that one thats supposed to be a scorpion but looks alot more like a figure eight.

        You can't really see the freckles, but here's a beatle boot. If you have spent enough time with me you've probably seen me wear my beatle boots as often as possible and I was so pleased to find a constellation that matched its design so well. If you want a pair go here http://www.beatwear.co.uk/main.htm

 

Also, Ms. Jess White, I'm officially calling you out...where you at dawg?

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