remember that you are ash
...and to ash you shall return.

thankfully, i found out last night, during our ashed-foreheaded girlie bonding session (over some very unlenten tirimisu), that i'm not the only one who was a little disturbed by the notion of being ash.

i thought we were important! important to god at least. you know, god's children and all. that's more important than ash.

but i'm starting to get comfortable (thanks to Dear Friend Sarah) with the fact that my body is ash. my temporal life is ash. the material world is ash. these things will disappear, disintegrate, scatter. upon my death, when my body becomes ash again, i will not. i will continue.

i still haven't mastered this enough to be fully comfortable with it. but hey, if i did that now, i'd be bored for the rest of my life. discovery and constant learning are the essence of growth, sanity, and spirituality. i don't want all the answers all the time, but i am glad to know that i'm not ash.