tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29373297.post2867708808857484725..comments2024-03-23T18:50:32.902-04:00Comments on Telling Secrets: Grief and Half Time.Elizabeth Kaetonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06787552280232329081noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29373297.post-30674806895986932102015-05-02T17:52:32.257-04:002015-05-02T17:52:32.257-04:00Marthe - You are absolutely right. Good sex = crea...Marthe - You are absolutely right. Good sex = creative connection. Same thing. Well, in my mind. Probably better described as the Spirit of Eros. But, yes. That's it, exactly. Elizabeth Kaetonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06787552280232329081noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29373297.post-24267726981661354242015-05-02T12:06:51.102-04:002015-05-02T12:06:51.102-04:00If you substitute creative connection for sex, I w...If you substitute creative connection for sex, I would agree wholeheartedly ... creating something or someone beautiful is the opposite of death/destruction ... and what is "good sex" but connection that creates a new definition of relationship? Sadly, too much of what is technically "sex" is something entirely different.<br /><br />Oh, and yesterday was the first appearance of this year's batch of goslings in my neighborhood ... and a grieving gander attacking passersby - likely his little brood didn't make it ... and this is Spring, both great and grievous.Marthenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29373297.post-8349085456588949922015-05-01T20:53:11.741-04:002015-05-01T20:53:11.741-04:00I will. I'm fascinated by this thought. Not or...I will. I'm fascinated by this thought. Not original. The HBO series "Six Feet Under" was all about that. But, I have to tell you that some of the most tender conversations between spouses I've had the privilege of listening in on as a Hospice Chaplain have to do with them talking about how wonderful their sex life was. This, as part of a 'death bed' conversation. It's really quite marvelous. And, spectacularly holy.Elizabeth Kaetonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06787552280232329081noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29373297.post-1615055181324599932015-05-01T01:46:16.477-04:002015-05-01T01:46:16.477-04:00"My work in Hospice has led me to believe tha..."My work in Hospice has led me to believe that the opposite of death is sex."<br /><br />This line made me think---as many things do!---of "Buffy The Vampire Slayer". Specifically, this scene from S5 Ep17, "Forever". Set-up: Xander and Anya are doin' it. Anya was formerly a demon, and only became human a couple of years ago. She's still figuring things out. One thing she's figuring out, is death. Their friend Buffy's mom, Joyce, just died (nothing supernatural, just an aneurysm. As if that matters. It doesn't. Death still SUCKS.) Anya was especially devastated, but now, shortly after Joyce's funeral, amidst post-orgasmic afterglow, she's had a realization (do watch, the scene is only a couple of minutes long):<br /><br />https://youtu.be/K2soq2zX87c?t=12m40s<br /><br />"Like I'm more awake somehow"JCFnoreply@blogger.com