One of my favorite Emily Dickinson poems is “Because I could not stop for Death”. The concept of personifying Death isn’t new. We see it in religion and mythology, we see it in poetry, we see it in plays. It’s everywhere. Personifying something makes it relatable. Puts us and it on the same level. That’s when we can face it.
For me, there is something special about this version of Death:
“Because I could not stop for Death —
He kindly stopped for me —
The Carriage held but just Ourselves —
(You can read the remainder of this poem here.)
I liked the concept of someone so busy living life, that Death paused his own schedule when it was time to fetch them. He sounded like quite the gentleman, really.
Ever since then, I’ve had the idea in my head of Death just dropping by. Not even to end things, but just to check in. To see how it is on the other side. To see what Life is about.
And so it came about that Grim drops by at my place from time to time. We have our adventures, and I thought it might be fun to photograph them along the way. (Grim thinks this is quite the ridiculous plan, but then again he doesn’t understand Life all that well anyway. He’s learning.)
Welcome to the “Me, Em, and Grim” segment of my blog, which will show up whenever Grim has been by. Often our antics are just ordinary life, but is anything really ordinary when Death is your gentleman caller for the day? Continue reading