Waiting For Godot 2017 Calandar

Lye Stille

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Today’s Waiting For Godot  Advent-ure calls to you to go out and become a Cemetery Explorer.

I’ve done that off and on over the years  and I’m thinking that I would like to take my exploration  more seriously. I am hoping that in the upcoming new year my trips will become more organized- not that spontaneous trips are bad- they’re a lot of fun. The down side is that the material and notes I’ve gathered are scattered around in draft on two different blogs and my photos are in three different storage sites.

Included here are some pictures from various cemeteries that I’ve visited- all except for one is out of the State and a couple aren’t cemetery pictures at all, but the residents were on tour so I figure they’d count

Please take your time in looking at the photos- as I went through them I realized there was much more going on then I realized when I took them.

amm

Photo A.M. Moscoso
Evergreen Washelli Funeral Home and Cemetery

 

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Evergreen Washelli Funeral Home and Cemetery

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Saint Louis Cemtery #1

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Saint Louis Cemetery #1

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Pompeii Exhibit, Seattle Washington

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Sarcophagus For Prince Thutmose’s Cat. King Tut Exhibit Seattle Washington

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Bear Creek Cemetery

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Bear Creek Cemetery

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Cemetery Tour, Seattle WA

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Cemetery Tour, Seattle WA

 

To My Dearest Bones

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Today I was asked at the Waiting For Godot Advent Calendar, ” What are the things you cannot let go of? What item, that you have a close attachment to, would you be prepared to offer to the muses in return for a cup of the elixir of creativity? What is something you just cannot relinquish?”

The first thing that popped into my head:

My bones.

I write from my bones, feel from my bones and when I’m gone they will outlive me for a very long time.

I love my bones. They make me the person I am. They support me in everything I do and they have served me well for my entire life.

So I wrote a poem about them.

amm

I can’t live without you

be without you

my bones wrapped neatly under my skin.

I am nothing without  you

can’t dream without you

my bones held firm by muscle and skin

I’ll live forever

because of you

leave my mark in the earth

because of you

smiling into eternity dreamless  with you

my bones

gleaming like diamonds

cradled with love

held soft kept warm

by

muscle and skin

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

The Lost and Found

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Have you ever gone looking for the abandoned?

Sometimes the abandoned are people, sometimes they are buildings and sometimes they are a few words carved into stone.

Here’s what I’ve found-  or maybe they’ve found me.

Abandoned.

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Inspired by ” Poetic Faded Spaces “

While Waiting For Godot Advent Calander

Let’s Go!

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I once read that to keep your brain healthy you should learn one new thing everyday-.

One simple thing was  to take a different route to someplace you go everyday- even if  it was just a walk to your mailbox or around your block or to work.

The thing is, when I did that I saw some neat things and ended up in some interesting places- that’s where all of these pictures came from and how I heard this great song performed by BB King.

Life is full of little adventures and this is a small example of the things I came across on those travels.

 

 

Photo P. Knapp

This is me finding something fun to do.

Don’t judge me.

Ha ha ha.

Photo A,M. Moscoso

No matter where I go, if a funeral home doesn’t pop up, a cemetery does. It’s kind of like having a loyal dog or a hungry cat following you around all of the time.

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Art is everywhere if take a minute to look around you.

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I bought this at a curio shop, I don’t know why. It was very old and falling apart but I  fell in love with it. It has character…

like this song which came on right after I got done watching a show on tv- the show ended and the tv flipped back onto the music channel and here it is.

Well, there’s one kind of favor I’ll ask of you
Well, there’s one kind of favor I’ll ask of you
There’s just one kind of favor I’ll ask of you
You can See That My Grave Is Kept Clean

And there’s two white horses following me
And there’s two white horses following me
I got two white horses following me
Waiting on my burying ground

Did you ever hear that coffin’ sound
Have you ever heard that coffin’ sound
Did you ever hear that coffin’ sound
Means another poor boy is under ground

Did you ever hear them church bells tone
Have you ever hear’d them church bells tone
Did you ever hear them church bells tone
Means another poor boy is dead and gone

Well, my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold
And, my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold
Well, my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold
Now I believe what the bible told

There’s just one last favor I’ll ask of you
And there’s one last favor I’ll ask of you
There’s just one last favor I’ll ask of you
See that my grave is kept clean

Written by Furry Lewis • Copyright © Universal Music Publishing Group

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Inspired By Waiting for Godot Advent-ure Calander Day#5

Become a micro-adventurer