I spent the morning in a cemetery. Voluntarily. And it was fantastic.
There wasn't a funeral to attend. No one I know is buried in that particular cemetery.
There was just a strong pull to be there. So I spent an hour wandering, walking, praying, taking photos, reading gravestone inscriptions.
And then another hour sitting quietly and writing.
I'm not going to give you details, but it was a very good morning. Much needed. And I'm glad I followed the prompting I woke up with to go and explore a cemetery I've been wanting to visit for a couple of years.
