Green Burial meeting

I just met with three members of the board, a landscape architect, and a media specialist at a local cemetery that does natural burial.  We stood around the recent natural burial sites and talked about how beautiful it was, what families want, and how this particular cemetery is doing green burials.  This cemetery has listened to what families want and honored that and begun offering this option, despite possible repercussions or fears.  They are figuring it out as they go.  As we shared feelings and ideas we ended up shaking our heads and asking, “Why don’t more cemeteries offer this?”

The primary reason is lack of information and willingness to go against the prevailing cultural norm.  But if we spread the word that this is what folks want, we can change the paradigm.  I advocate “Beating the drum slowly and marching from the center.”  Reach out and share what you know.  Have the courage to talk about it.

New groups forming in Michigan

If you live in Grand Rapids, Traverse City, or near Petoskey and want to join with others who are learning about home funeral and green burial, let me know.  I just led a workshop with very enthusiastic and receptive folks from those areas who are looking for other interested folks.  They are exploring the options, networking and reaching out to try to find supportive funeral directors and cemeteries.

If you would like to sponsor a workshop in your area, please let me know.  It’s a great way to learn about home funeral and green burial, find like-minded folks, raise awareness and create options in your community.

Furthering the conversation

I had a wonderful meeting with a Native American group last night. A man from the Board of Directors of the local cemetery that does natural burials was there. Very informative, good conversation, laying the groundwork to accommodate people’s wishes, so to speak.  This is an evolving process, and the more we get to know each other the better.

Blessed Release

My friend just told me the most beautiful story of his 93-year-old mother’s death this week.  He was able to keep vigil at her bedside, with the help of his brother and nephew.  His wife and young daughter, priest, hospice and nursing home staff were frequent visitors.  Even though she couldn’t talk, he felt that she knew they were there.  There was storytelling, laughter, reflection, prayer, music.  The priest administered the sacrament to the dying at his request and it gave him peace.  His mother died at sunrise on the sixth day of vigil to the accompaniment of a sacred and most meaningful piece of music.

How did he know to do this?  What gave him strength to take a week off work and lovingly be so present during such a difficult time?  ”My mother did that for my father,” he said.  ”I just knew it was what I had to do.”  What a blessing.  Thank you, mom.  Rest in peace, Betty.