Writing Inspired by MWP Walkabout

Today, about 20 participants from the Morehead Writing Project trekked out on a walkabout. We visited a graveyard, a theater, a one room school house called the Moonlight School, the arts center, and war memorial on campus. Each place held its own magic for different writers. Here are the highlights:
1. The Graveyard – It was here I looked at the various monuments erected in memory of different locals who contributed in some way to the this Appalachian region. Some rather large monuments stood erect whose etched names could be read stood out. Were they in some way more important to the community?

But what stood out for me even most were all the stones that were wiped clean. Clearly, someone of importance to the area was laid to rest in this small cemetery, but the name had been washed away by millions of raindrops, bleached by the sun for over 100 summers, and many headstones were cracked, missing corners, and a showed a general decay and neglect. Who was buried in each of those spots? Nobody knows except for those who have researched in or those whose family visits to place fresh flowers on the now nameless headstone.

2. The Graveyard – Thoughts wandered to what would people say about me when I die. I know – morbid, right. But it really did cause me to reflect regarding who I used to be, who I am, and who I hope to be. It is an awesome writing prompt, and I will share you Here is my pseudo eulogy. I hope they would say the following:
She lived every day as if it were her final one on this earth.
She was tough, but fair.
She had worked hard, played hard, and loved endlessly.
She loved others, she respected herself.
She was kind even when she didn’t have to be.
She finally quit whining about her life and focused on others.
She loved God.
She knew she was flawed, which allowed her to forgive others.
She didn’t judge, and she tried not to gossip.
She overcame, oh God, how she overcame.
She conquered her fear of being alone and replaced it with thoughtfulness for others.
She met her obligations even when she didn’t want to.
She was unafraid to take the risk to love passionately, even after being hurt.
She cared for her students more than for herself.
She taught like she was dying.

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