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Friday, February 26, 2010

Green Burials and Home Funerals


One of the more interesting classes I took over my trip was on the concept of Green Burial. I did not attend the class on Home Funerals, but after Barb informed me that the class changed her life and shared her notes with me, and pretty much lacking anything else interesting at the time, I went to the follow up course on Green Burial. I am very glad that I did as it was very thought provoking at the least.


At the beginning of the course, we were shown two videos on the concept of Green Burials and then Nora, the presenter went over some of the highlights from the previous class. Did you know that every year in the US, we bury 827,060 GALLONS of embalming fluid? 104,272 tons of steel for caskets and vaults? Enough to build the Golden Gate Bridge over every year! What about 1,636,000 tons of concrete for grave liners? All of these facts, and more can be found on Nora’s Website. They are kind of shocking when you look at them that way. Did you know that Embalming is not legally mandatory in most cases after death? Did you know that most funeral companies and homes will lead you to believe that it is legally mandatory? You can find links on Nora’s websites to a book that reprints every few years with the updated laws for each of the 50 states revolving around funerals and embalming. Some states have caveats that state that if a body is not buried within a specific time frame that it must be embalmed, but in most cases, the caveat gives one enough time to bury the body without the necessity of embalming.


The way in which we deal with our dead, our loved ones, has changed drastically over the years. Home funerals ARE traditional funerals. It used to be that when a loved one passed on, the family cared for them and for their body until it was time to lay them to rest, and our ancestors didn’t use embalming fluids, harsh chemical baths, and steel and exotic hardwoods. They cared for their loved ones themselves, bathing their bodies with the same soap they used every day in the shower, they dressed them in their own clothes, and they buried them in the earth in simple boxes and shrouds. In the class Nora spoke about how in times before the Civil War it was normal for families to care for their own dead. The bodies would be laid out in the parlor and the family would spend time in remembrance of their loved ones. During the Civil War, we began to hand over the care of our dead to “professionals,” which is where the first Funeral Parlors were born. Later on, advertisements in Ladies Home Journal were published stating that “No longer would any Lady have death in her home and that from here on out the Parlour would be termed the Living room.”


These days, it’s all about the bottom dollar, and while there may be some sympathetic funeral directors out there, most of them are all about the bottom dollar, preying on the grieving in their most vulnerable state with statements such as, “Shouldn’t you do the best you possibly can for your mother?” The bodies are whisked away from their families by strangers almost immediately after the death and brought to funeral homes and laid out on a cold steel slab. The body is then hosed down with disinfectant, soaped with a chemical soap, and then hosed down again. In the embalming process, all of their organs are ruptured and the bodies are then massaged to release all of the bodily fluids which are then replaced with embalming fluids including ethanol, methanol, and formaldehyde. One of the ladies in the class expressed that, being a larger woman, her greatest fear is that they would simply flop her body around and possibly even drop her after death. I’m sure it’s happened more than once. (A point was also brought up in the class by a funeral director who attended stating that the use of such harsh chemicals is to insure that the embalmer does not catch any diseases from the bodies. Nora stated that in all of the bodies she has helped wash and bury, even in the cases of some who had full blown AIDS, NO ONE has ever caught a disease).


These days there is a new movement stirring to return to Home Funerals, and Green Burials. In these cases, a home funeral guide, sometimes referred to as a Death Midwife, guides the family in taking care of the body. They body is preserved naturally with dry ice, and the family bathes and dresses the body, and employing the use of items such as coins and a scarf, they arrange the body for viewing. Nora, who calls herself a Death Midwife states that this kind of care is far from creepy and that in nearly all cases helps to facilitate the grieving process among family members.


After a home remembrance service or memorial, the families can then either seek out a funeral home that will allow un-embalmed bodies to be buried on their premises, cremate the body or bury it themselves in a green burial site. In green burial, the bodies are placed in simple boxes and there are a large variety of options including mediums such as papermache’, woven bamboo or willow, or simple woods like pine. Family members have the option of decorating the shroud in the form of art therapy, utilizing images that were favorites of the deceased, or that remind them of their loved one.


For a long time I have known that I didn’t want to be embalmed and buried in an elaborate box. When my grandmother passed a few years ago, I remember being disappointed at her viewing. She didn’t look anything like I remembered her, like she had looked in life. I felt the way they made her up with makeup was cheap and unnatural, and I found no solace or comfort in viewing her body. A few years after she passed, I began working at a Nursing Home and one of our jobs as CNA’s was to bathe and dress the residents after they had passed. Having done that on quite a few occasions, I can say that I never found it creepy or gross or any such thing. Perhaps that is just me, but *shrugs.* I found it was almost comforting in a way as it gave me the opportunity to do one more caring thing for those residents, especially the ones I was close to, and their families.


Up until this seminar, I had thought my only other option would be to be cremated, which I was fine with. However, after learning of other options, I have a lot to think about. This is something that I would prefer to do for my own loved ones, and an option I would like to explore for myself. I would much rather be laid to rest by my family and my loved ones than handled by strangers. I would much rather be lovingly and gently bathed than hosed down and disinfected. Again, maybe this is just me, but I thought I would share my experience anyway. There is so much more information on Nora’s website that is worth looking into, including what 6 forms you would need in order to insure that your wishes for green burial are carried out after your death, more facts and examples of home funerals and green burials. If you are at all interested in this option either for yourself or for loved ones, I strongly urge you to visit her website. I will say that her web page and practices could be termed as very “New-Agey” which could put some people off, but after speaking with her after the class, Nora informed me that the majority of her clients are not necessarily New Age religious people, and she has helped with several Christian faith based funerals as well, so always remember that that is an option as well. Remember, this used to be the norm for all faith bases!

Back and Stuff

Well, I am officially back from my trip up to the frozen North. I actually flew back on Monday, but the last few days have been spent recuperating and trying to get all my clothes washed and put back into my closet and catching up on snuggles with the kids and so forth. And then yesterday, Ya-Ya missed school due to frequent barfing which I must say was awesome! (in a very sarcastic kind of way)

I have also been trying to catch up on every one's blogs, which I have to say is making me kind of suspicious. The week or so before I left NO ONE was posting ANYTHING. I'd log on every day and NOTHING. NADA. Now I'm home, I log on and it was like everyone went post crazy and it's going to take me forever to catch up on all of what has been going on around blogland. It's because none of you like my comments right?! *snuffles* I KNEW it. *laughs* Just kidding.

As for my trip, it was AMAZING. Just one awesome experience after another. I took a Henna class, went to a drum circle, danced in front of TONS of people (if you don't know me, understand that this is a HUGE feat, as usually it's something I would be mortified to do), took a spiritual drawing and painting class, went to a masked ball, learned about green burial and home funerals, met an AWESOME author, bought his book, had him sign it, made lots of new friends and connections, and most importantly, I learned a lot about where I am, who I am, where I am at spiritually, and lots of other really important, really amazing stuff. (do you notice I use those words a lot? amazing, awesome... they are so wonderful)

Of course, throughout all of it, I missed my kids and family terribly. My husband apparently missed me as well, considering I got teased the whole weekend about my repeatedly buzzing bag from all of his text messages. All in all though, it was a fantastic trip, and I hated to leave. I would have much rathered just stayed and moved my family up there with me instead. I can't wait to back next year, and then Barb is coming down to visit us in November which doesn't seem nearly soon enough.... but somehow I'll make it.

Monday, February 15, 2010

Updating

I'm going to try to keep my book review posts separate from all the other little tidbits from my everyday goings ons. The last few weeks have been very stressful and exhausting. I have felt simply horrible. Nauseous, achy, and TIRED. Zomg... SOOOOO tired. Even if I get a full night's sleep, and even if then Tim lets me sleep in until say.. oh... noon, I still feel like I'm just dragging through the day like a zombie. ... wondering when I can go back to sleep. For the most part I find I have no energy to even THINK much less DO things.


And the nausea... I am SO OVER the first trimester crud. OVER IT. I have been subsisting off of things like Ritz crackers, cheese, and fruit cups. Occasionally, I'll really want like a cheeseburger or a steak or a cookie... but then I eat it and get horribly sick and regret it for the rest of the day. Then it's back to the crackers and lime flavored seltzer water. Ugh.


On top of all the general crappiness, we had a bit of scare this past week when I started spotting. I spotted a little with my first pregnancy, so initially, I wasn't too worried... but then it just kept on coming, unlike with my first pregnancy when it stopped after two days. I had been and am still having a lot of lower back pain on the left side only as well, so after 3 days I started to get a little freaked. I went in to see the doc and even though I'm only about 9 1/2 weeks, he was able to get the baby's heartbeat to pick up on the Doppler and I was told to just go home and take it easy and to let him know if it got any heavier. All in all, I spotted for about 5-6 days, and then yesterday it finally stopped. It never really got any heavier or any lighter... it was just kind of the same for all 6 days and then, just like that, it stopped.


Everything is still okay with Baby, as far as we know, so I'm significantly less worried. I'm going in tomorrow just to be sure though and am hoping he will be able to still find the heartbeat just to put my mind at ease. ... Have I mentioned that I'm a chronic worrier? *sigh* Anyway, my plane leaves out on Wednesday morning, and I'm SO ready to just GO. I'm ready to see my best friend and just get to spend some time with her. It's going to be awesome!

Book Review: Percy Jackson Book 1


Before I get started, let me just say that it is VERY difficult.... nay impossible for me not to compare any book written in this genre for this age group to Harry Potter. I can't help it. J.K. set a standard for me in young literature... which leads me to be very disappointed in most other series which have tried to follow suit. This one is not excluded.
It was.....kinda....well... boring. And sure, maybe it's because it was written for a younger reading audience than myself... but still... in comparison I was not bored with Harry Potter. *shrugs* Call me biased.
It wasn't ALL bad. I liked the IDEA behind the story. I really liked a lot of the concepts expressed in the story... I just felt like they could have been expressed in much more colorful detail and made to be more interesting. In short... I think that the story/series has A LOT of potential.. it just kinda falls short for me in the first book.
I'm holding out and hoping that as the series progresses the author's writing style will mature with her characters. Kinda like in, you know, Harry Potter. Has anyone read any of the other books in this series? What did you think of them? Is it worth the time to read further?
Hrm... anyway, books have been fairly disappointing for me lately. I can't seem to find anything to hold my interest or really even peak it for that matter. Maybe I'll have better luck with the next one. I picked up a couple of Paulo Coelho's books awhile back. I loved his book, The Alchemist. I'm hoping that the two that I picked up will live up to my expectations. Who knows. I also picked up a couple more of Jodi Picoult's books. I have loved every book I've read by her so far, so here's hoping I'm not disappointed in those either. I need a good read to lose myself in.

Friday, February 12, 2010

Dear Mr. Weather Man

This cold, frozen white stuff on the ground outside my house is terribly misplaced. See... I live in ALABAMA. And I mean, below the belt, on the Gulf, 20 minutes from Florida, ALABAMA. This "snow" stuff belongs up there. You know, in the NORTH. *shivers*



Poor little manic depressive snowman.... he knows his days are numbered.




Unsure of how to respond to the snow, our cat, Wishes, decided to attack it.




Calvin was very unsure of the snow. He just kind of stared at it and then decided it was time to go inside



Ya-Ya on the other hand, knew exactly what to do with the snow and has been begging to go back out ALL MORNING.



Wizard, another of our cats, says, "Kiss my furry butt. I'm going back inside!"

Me too, Wizard. MEEEEE toooo.