Ashes to Ashes
renata j. razza | Feb 22, 2012 | No Comments »
Today is the first day of Lent to a lot of Christians and even though I’m not Christian, this day, Ash Wednesday, means more to me than just “Jeez, I hope I remember not to wipe the smudges off people’s faces today.”
At one point I started celebrating lent as a way of formalizing my grief over my dad’s death. (He died at the end of Holy Week, just before Easter, 8 years ago. This date relative to the religious calendar is more about his life than mine. But that’s another story.) Otherwise, I found I would suddenly be cranky and irritable and only days before the anniversary of his death would I realize it was that time of year.
Anyway, part of some traditions anoint people with ashes on Ash Wednesday and say something like,”From dust you come, and to dust you shall return.” This to me is one of the most powerful insights we can live in the presence of.
Even from a scientific perspective (which I value) I know I’m made up of the same stuff that makes up the universe: carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, and so on. The bits that make me were elsewhere before there was a “me” here and they will disperse again when I’m gone. (In fact, even as I live the cells themselves are constantly dying and being replaced while elements such as those named constantly flow into and out of this body, maintaining more or less the same relative proportions, if I’m healthy.)
I am dust, and I will return to dust.
In the meantime, how amazing it is that, borrowing from George Wald, I have acquired consciousness and can come to know myself: I am hydrogen learning about myself when I read a book about water. Wow!
The daily drama subsides in importance when I remember the Big, Big Picture. How important is what you think of me, if I am lucky, chanced into consciousness? What if I remember I’m alive and what a hoot — what a miraculous and wonder-filled hoot — that is?
Living and knowing it is amazing and wonderful and beautiful that you are alive, that life even exists, that is living.
“Surely this is a great part of our dignity . . . that we can know, and that through us matter can know itself; that beginning with protons and electrons, out of the womb of time and the vastness of space, we can begin to understand; that organized as in us, the hydrogen, the carbon, the nitrogen, the oxygen, those 16 to 21 elements, the water, the sunlight – all, having become us, can begin to understand what they are, and how they came to be.”
(George Wald, quoted in: Philip Ball, Life’s Matrix: A Biography of Water, June 2000, p. 3)
Today is the first day of Lent to a lot of Christians and even though I’m not Christian, this day, Ash Wednesday, means more to me than just “Jeez, I hope I remember not to wipe the smudges off people’s faces today.”
At one point I started celebrating lent as a way of formalizing my grief over my dad’s death. (He died at the end of Holy Week, just before Easter, 8 years ago. This date relative to the religious calendar is more about his life than mine. But that’s another story.) Otherwise, I found I would suddenly be cranky and irritable and only days before the anniversary of his death would I realize it was that time of year.
Anyway, part of some traditions anoint people with ashes on Ash Wednesday and say something like,”From dust you come, and to dust you shall return.” This to me is one of the most powerful insights we can live in the presence of.
Even from a scientific perspective (which I value) I know I’m made up of the same stuff that makes up the universe: carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, and so on. The bits that make me were elsewhere before there was a “me” here and they will disperse again when I’m gone. (In fact, even as I live the cells themselves are constantly dying and being replaced while elements such as those named constantly flow into and out of this body, maintaining more or less the same relative proportions, if I’m healthy.)
I am dust, and I will return to dust.
In the meantime, how amazing it is that, borrowing from George Wald, I have acquired consciousness and can come to know myself: I am hydrogen learning about myself when I read a book about water. Wow!
The daily drama subsides in importance when I remember the Big, Big Picture. How important is what you think of me, if I am lucky, chanced into consciousness? What if I remember I’m alive and what a hoot — what a miraculous and wonder-filled hoot — that is?
Living and knowing it is amazing and wonderful and beautiful that you are alive, that life even exists, that is living.
“Surely this is a great part of our dignity . . . that we can know, and that through us matter can know itself; that beginning with protons and electrons, out of the womb of time and the vastness of space, we can begin to understand; that organized as in us, the hydrogen, the carbon, the nitrogen, the oxygen, those 16 to 21 elements, the water, the sunlight – all, having become us, can begin to understand what they are, and how they came to be.”
(George Wald, quoted in: Philip Ball, Life’s Matrix: A Biography of Water, June 2000, p. 3)
“One day, I hope that my business brings in more money.”