No More Death
Death is like the proverbial white elephant in the room. Nobody wants to talk about it or acknowledge we will all die someday. We have euphemisms for death like: he passed, he kicked the bucket, he is pushing up daisies, he has gone to heaven, he croaked, or my favorite, he is six feet under.
Good Gifts
While watching a program on Native American Artists, I listened to a woman, who made very unique sculptures of humans, explain her love of feeling the wax and clay under her fingernails as she created something from nothing