151. Jesus Land

My Earth Sanctuary Memorial Tree reminds me of the cedars in Dad’s yard. When I was standing outside of the house, staring at the trees, it made enormous sense. Nyasha asked me recently, “Don’t you want your ashes to go to Jesus Land?”

My Earth Sanctuary Memorial Tree reminds me of the cedars in Dad’s yard. When I was standing outside of the house, staring at the trees, it made enormous sense. Nyasha asked me recently, “Don’t you want your ashes to go to Jesus Land?”

I don’t think that’s legal.

When we were kids, the clump of trees outside the back door was particularly dense. There was a trail that went through the middle of it, if you ducked down. The effect on the inside was something close to being sheltered, hugged by the trees. It is where the Bull Dog fell into the cedar stump, where Mic AND Mark fell from 40 feet up. We called this place Jesus Land.

Not only was Jesus Land an appropriate moniker because Mic and Mark survived, but also because it was our ritual burial site. All of the pets, eventually coming to a physical end, were buried in Jesus Land. It is sacred space.

It still has a few cedars, now a half century older. The lower part is open, and the fence is visible. Old growth does that. The ground shadow area grows less and less dense as the forest matures. Humans may have cleared a bit too.

My ashes in Jesus Land? If the house is still in the family, that’s a rocking great idea. There will be plenty of dust to spread around to multiple locations, and it completes a cycle… just don’t tell the real estate people. Not great for the property value!