I love graveyards. I love them. I grew up with one of oldest graveyards in New York as my backyard. Our little house backed up to St. Paul's Graveyard in Glen Cove, NY and my sister and I played in it as if it were our own backyard. It was. We knew a lot of the headstones: Mrs. Wheeler, Mr. Barlow, Mr. & Mrs. Frost. Their resting place was our playground.
I had a terrible day today. And on my way home from work I took the scenic route and passed a Quaker graveyard in Locust Valley and immediately I wanted to go sit in it. Instead, I retreated to the old cemetery at St. Paul's. I hadn't been in a while but as soon as I walked through the cemetery gates, I felt at home and amongst old friends again.
All day. everyday, we are surrounded by people, noise, traffic, work, aggravation etc. It's hard to escape. I find that when I am in the graveyard, I feel like no one can get to me. No one can find me. And they are SILENT. So quiet. That is so nice.
It's like I'm by myself but I am also not alone. I am surrounded by people but they are all quiet. And all at peace. And that makes me feel at peace too.