Washington State is the first in the country to legalize human composting.
It started pre-Covid, with a non-profit organization called the Urban Death Project. The name was changed to Recompose, a public benefit corporation.
Hmmm…Recompose. I like the sound of that. Do I get a chance to be more composed in the next life?
The Recompose business is an alternative to the existing disposal options of burial and cremation. The process takes about 30 days as human bodies are converted into soil through “natural organic reduction.”
Essentially, human composting.
Human composting? Gives me the shivers.
Do I want to be turned over to loved ones in a dirt bag? Should I worry that I will come back as a beefsteak tomato or a radish?
What happens when we pass on?
Do we all just “drop our bodies” — our human shells — and leave our human spirits behind on Mother Earth?
A great mystery.
I first heard about dropping our bodies from the Ram Dass Here And Now podcast.
Ram Dass dropped his body shortly before the covid pandemic.
Listening to Ram Dass, I shiver less and laugh more about the whole death conundrum.
Ram Dass, Jack Kornfield, and Thich Nhat Hanh’s Zen words reassure: no one is alone, no one is separate from Mother Earth.
Although it is not easy to drop our bodies, everyone will.
There is poetry in old, gated cemeteries. Historic Graceland Cemetery in Chicago with its elaborate monuments and headstones has always fascinated me.
But how are we being good stewards of land for future generations?
Recently I attended a Catholic church service to hear the priest say he felt sad that parishioners were choosing cremation over burial.
I cannot imagine this priest would go for composting.
But what’s that to me? We all have free will. We all must turn inward to our own heart, mind, and body for the answer.
It is not easy.
And if we are worm food for birds?
Make mine a robin.
Hope Springs Eternal.