Wouldn't you know it? The inbox delivers once again with this:
Death Cafe: A Colorado Springs First
Yup, a klatsch to discuss your fears and other unsettled feelings about life on this mortal coil. Death Cafes are actually a volunteer-run world-wide deal, according its website
. Since it started in September 2011, over 300 Cafes have been held.
The institution's philosophy is simple and direct to the point:
At a Death Cafe people, often strangers, gather to eat cake, drink tea and discuss death.
Cottonwood Center for the Arts
The objective of Death Cafe is 'to increase awareness of death with a view to helping people make the most of their (finite) lives'.
Our Death Cafes are discussions about death that are always offered:
- On a not for profit basis
- In an accessible, respectful and confidential space
- With no intention of leading people to any conclusion, product or course of action
is hosting our own Cafe on Friday, Oct. 25, as part of its annual Dia de los Muertos
art show and celebrations. It starts at 4 p.m. and ends just in time for the Day of its Dia
opening reception and party.
——- UPDATE: ORIGINAL POST, MONDAY, SEPT. 30, 5:18 P.M. ——-
OK, not to get all weird on everyone, but I have a major fear of dying. I'm afraid of my family, my fiancé, even my pets and then of course, myself dying. I think about it a lot, and wonder about what the great hereafter is actually like. My best guess is that it's probably just nothing (I'm not religious in any kind of way), but I'll be the first to admit I don't know, and how could I, anyway?
Death death death death death death. Black, smothering, everywhere, everyone, everything, always. No choice, no take-backs, no other way about it.
It's all very depressing.
It doesn't have to be that way. (And I'm not counting on Google to "solve death"
in my lifetime.) If anything, I'm not alone in my anxieties, but that's hardly helpful. And then this showed up in the inbox:
Oh really? You have my attention.
Do you or a friend fear death? Would you like to help a loved one in a meaningful way who is facing death? Are you curious about what happens at the moment of death? If you would like to explore these questions in a safe, nurturing environment, then we invite you to attend this deeply personal one-day transformative workshop.
What follows are talks with a "soul passage midwife," in this case, a woman who says she has spent 20 years "walking souls to the Other Side." Then therapeutic art and yoga, which will conclude with a discussion on "how creative process and subtle awareness are gateways to soul passage — and to the After Life."
And, it's $125. (Or $95 if you sign up early.)
OK, I'm skeptical about it. A class where you discuss your fears — with others
— and lots of talk about "soul passage." And then yoga? Ugh. (Sorry, I'm just not a believer — I'm a couch potato.)
But then ... why not? So maybe I don't need to come to some kind of definitive conclusion about it, but I can, as the class advertises, "recognize fears about death which you can release."
Well, if you put it that way ...
Really, I'm in no position to criticize anyone seeking answers. Especially if they seem a little New Age-y and "out there." After all, my grandmother says the woman who haunted her house for 20 years has returned after a 30-year hiatus; and her uncle believed he could talk to his dead sisters; one of whom died after her dead father appeared to her in a dream saying he would take one of his children with him.
My ultimate point is that perhaps my normal mode of thinking critically is what's really flawed here. Just because it seems "out there," doesn't mean it's not true. People have discovered bizarre shit at the bottom of the deepest oceans — animals you couldn't even dream of, completely adapted to the harshest ecosystems. Then there's quantum mechanics for Chrissakes, and that's really weird: Stuff you could only dream about turns out to be really real.
Interested? Find class information here
. Know of something better? Then comment below.