At the library I found a book called The Gentle Art of Swedish Death Cleaning: How to Free Yourself and Your Family from a Lifetime of Clutter by Margareta Magnusson. It’s a very short book and easy read. I found it quite comforting, the idea of preparing for your own death and not leaving things behind that will become a burden for your loved ones. It seems so important to prepare for death, both in terms of wills and instructions for how you want to go, and also in terms of leaving things easy to manage. The author talks about how this kind of preparation will help you live better. It’s funny how by realizing that you want to leave little behind makes you realize you want to live lightly too. You have to really think about and accept (if not embrace) your own non-existence before you can gain the stability and clarity you need for your life.
Along the river today I saw bunches of these purple flowers. I don’t know what they’re called. I wanted to capture a picture of the of them, but there were always either in shade or the timing was bad (too many people in the way or sometimes construction). Finally, when I was almost at my street—about to turn inland and go home—I saw this one lone flower. It seemed just as cheerful by itself, perfectly content.