This post might creep some of you out. But with Halloween coming, the members of the Green Moms Carnival decided to do something a little macabre and write about green funerals. I’m okay with that. While it’s hard to talk about death and what happens to us after we die, I do find myself thinking about it a lot as I’m walking home from BART late at night, glancing around furtively to make sure no one’s following me. Will this be my last walk home? What haven’t I finished? Have I done enough so far? And what will happen to this body I carry around once I’m not in control of it anymore? I don’t want my final act to contradict my life’s work.
Traditional Cemetery = Landfill
By equating a cemetery with a landfill, I’m not trying to be disrespectful here. All my friends and family who have passed on are buried in traditional cemeteries. But as in a landfill where organic matter like food scraps,… Read the rest