I can’t believe I am admitting this but I nearly forgot to write this Sunday. Granted it’s only been an hour since Sunday here in Sydney, I do feel slightly guilty.
This weekend was slightly uneventful yet on Saturday I revisited a path I’ve been a few years ago.
The Death Cafe.
You may be thinking, “…oh god, this sounds morbid.” But it’s not. Not really.
Together, all of us, we have one massive step that we will all experience.
Death is an unusual concept really. No animal intellectually has the capacity to think about it. Yet we can.
It’s fascinating. A concept that I’ve thought about many, many times.
The Death Cafe is not an actual one physcial place. Instead it was held at numerous venues.
The first time I attended it was held in a snazzy jazz bar converted from a well known brothel.
Fancy lamps, naked women on the ceiling, Japanese erotica on the walls. The encouraged venue for the immaculate conception of a human.
Yet there we were talking about death and dying. It was a surprisingly most uplifting experience.
On Saturday, I headed to a rustic cafe in the south end of Newtown. An area known for its openness in all manners.
I met the woman who conducts these meetings at a cafe.
Michele Knight. A doctor in social work and facilitator for the monthly meetings.
I interviewed her for an up and coming project which I’m pretty excited as it sounds rather compelling.
The attendees happened to be much older people – I was obviously the youngest.
I won’t disclose what was said because it’s a very secure, warm, open and highly confidential meeting.
But I will say, I posed a question to the group.
Without getting into the path of religion or spirituality, which clearly the group all seemed to follow in some shape or form, I wanted to shake that thought.
“Just hypothetically, if we all found out that this life was all that there was,”
“Would you live your life different knowing that when you die that’s all there is – nothing else?”
One person confirmed it wouldn’t.
The conversation swerved allowing my to divulge in my thoughts on religion.
I don’t need religion to have a moral compass.
I don’t need to be told what to do.
I don’t need the notion that if I do good things I will later benefit from it.
I don’t need to think some Godly figure has granted me a job when in fact I was capable myself.
And I certainly don’t want to believe that a God would allow children with incurable cancer or born in war torn countries to exist to test my relationship with religion and God.
I don’t doubt religion has its benefits for people and I totally get that. In all honesty, I’m slightly envious.
But it just isn’t for me and that’s okay.
You can check out the Death Cafe online http://deathcafe.com – the link is worldwide and has dates for up and coming meetings within your closet city or town.