Conscious Death, Sacred Service and Green Burial: Leaving a Legacy of Meaning and Conservation




We’ve all been touched by death in one form or another — whether through a beloved animal, the rhythm of nature or someone close and dear to us. Autumn in the northern hemisphere is the quintessential time of death and decay, as the abundant growth and life of summer quickly fades away to barren trees and fallow fields. It is considered the season of sorrow and grief in Traditional Chinese Medicine.

As commonplace as the cycle of life and death is, those in the West tend to have an aversion to the reality of this most natural of transitions. We try our best to evade the aging process and glorify youth — while ignoring the elderly and dying. Many times, we are completely numb to our emotional terrain or become overwhelmed when faced with death. But an organization in the United States is on a heart-centered quest to change the way we relate to death and return a sense of sacredness to the process.

Navigating Death: Cultural Contrasts


On my first trip to India, one of the most striking aspects of the country was its relationship to death. It wasn’t something that was hidden — instead, death was everywhere. Animals and people dying in the streets, disease and disfigurement, the burning ghats. For a heavily indoctrinated Western mind, these scenes were shockingly uncomfortable. And yet, I couldn’t turn away. For all the death and decay, there were also incredible moments of heart-wrenching beauty. Carefully shrouded bodies, layered with flowers, and lovingly carried through the streets by family members to the burning ghats on the Ganges river. The holy men presiding over the event. Small baskets woven of banana leaves, filled with marigolds and lit candles, floating down the river at dusk as tribute for those who have departed. One is surrounded by death, but also extraordinary sacredness and meaning.

The experience in India was vastly different from when our young son died years later in the United States. Here, we experienced the “business” of dying — industrial, scheduled and meaningless. Thankfully, Liam’s father and I were able to see clearly enough through our grief to embrace practices outside “the norm” — specific prayers placed with the body before cremation, and planting a white blooming Japanese lilac tree on my father’s property, which is rooted within Liam’s ashes.

But how often do we truly connect with death in a sacred manner? Without being shuttled through the corporate funeral process, one which has a significant negative impact on the environment. Is there a better way in the West? The answer is a resounding yes.

Conscious Living and Dying


Doorway Into Light was founded by Reverend Bodhi Be, Leila Be and Ram Dass (Dr. Richard Alpert) on the Hawaiian island of Maui as an advocacy and educational organization focused on death and dying. By actively assisting the dying, their families and caregivers, the organization transforms the “business of dying” into one of “sacred service.” Grief counseling and community outreach are also important elements of their work. Additionally, options are available for end-of-life care and after-death care that are “holistic, environmentally sustainable, community and family based, and spiritually inclusive.”

One method for maintaining ecological balance in relation to burials is through natural preserves. 
Today’s American cemetery contains massive amounts of hardwood, metal and concrete coffins, many covered with plastic or concrete grave liners to keep the ground from sinking when the body and coffin decompose, thereby ensuring easy lawn mowing. Large amounts of toxic embalming fluids containing formaldehyde, a cancer causing chemical, are leaking from coffins and seeping into the ground. Pesticides and herbicides are commonly used, further poisoning the ground and potentially leaching into the groundwater. Gravestones and markers fill the space. 
Current cemeteries are now reduced to “one-use forever” as well as removed from the public commons. The body and coffin are buried “6 feet under” where few microorganisms live, so decomposition is a long process. Cremation is becoming more popular as people recognize that present day cemeteries are a costly and poor use of land.

The organization envisions a conservation cemetery utilizing native trees to help reforest a section of Maui, with deceased bodies and ash increasing soil fertility. Walking trails, a picnic area and a meditative, reflective zone with small markers indicating the names of the dead in each particular grove, will be included in the site. 

“Our vision is to combine a burial ground with a reforestation project, a park, open space and greenways which include conservation easements, ensuring a multi-use zone protected for the public commons in perpetuity.”

Here's a brief overview of the organization:


If you’re interested in learning more about natural burials that help conserve land and resources, the Green Burial Council provides a wealth of information and can help you find a provider in cities across the United States.

A Gift to the Planet


Moreover, A Will For the Woods gives a moving account of one man’s journey to create his final resting place in an ecologically sound manner. Battling lymphoma, Clark Wang and his partner Jane courageously face his impending death, while also preparing for a spiritually meaningful funeral. A must-see for anyone concerned about the environment and leaving a legacy in harmony with the timeless cycles of nature.

A Will For the Woods







Shhh: How the Power of Silence Can Rewire Your Brain and Transform Health






“Unnecessary noise is the most cruel absence of care that can be inflicted on sick or well.” ~ Florence Nightingale

In this day and age, we’d be hard-pressed to find a few moments without the cacophony of modern life swirling around us. With 24/7 access to television, streaming video, radio and all sorts of digital music, we might not give a second thought to the constant audio bombardment. Nor do we typically notice the day-to-day chatter from our coworkers, friends and families. Then there’s the constant buzz of lawnmowers, highways, trains, planes and automobiles. But science is finding that “noise pollution” may very well dumb us down, compromise health and dramatically increase stress and the accompanying hormones — unfortunately, this last bit can lead to weight-gain and heart disease. Even low levels of noise can trigger a cascade of undesirable effects. It’s enough to drive one mad — literally.

Meet Maizy, the Fifth Grader Taking on Education for Girls — With Bicycles





Hi! This is Maizy from BraveBikes!

I am in 5th grade and I like to mountain bike in my hometown in Montana.  I also LOVE to go to school. I want to help girls around the world be able to get to school and be AMAZING, so I hand craft-button bikes to help buy girls bikes.

BPA-Free Plastics Are Still Scary — Here's Why


By Mariah Blake, March/April 2014 Issue Mother Jones

The Scary Evidence About BPA-Free Plastics — and the Big Tobacco-style campaign to bury it.



Each night at dinnertime, a familiar ritual played out in Michael Green’s home: He’d slide a stainless steel sippy cup across the table to his two-year-old daughter, Juliette, and she’d howl for the pink plastic one. Often, Green gave in. But he had a nagging feeling. As an environmental-health advocate, he had fought to rid sippy cups and baby bottles of the common plastic additive bisphenol A (BPA), which mimics the hormone estrogen and has been linked to a long list of serious health problems. Juliette’s sippy cup was made from a new generation of BPA-free plastics, but Green, who runs the Oakland, California-based Center for Environmental Health, had come across research suggesting some of these contained synthetic estrogens, too.

Science Says We Are Healed by Nature (And Even Houseplants)



Study nature, love nature, stay close to nature. It will never fail you. ~Frank Lloyd Wright




Green growing things heal us in surprising ways. Communities are trying to bring plant life to areas that lack it.

Via Yes! Magazine

In some of my earliest memories, I’m perched between two branches of a plum tree that grew in front of my house. To climb, I’d grip the lowest branches and stretch my foot as high as it would reach, pulling myself up to sit comfortably in my little throne of branches. There, I’d peer through the pale purple blossoms, across the sidewalk, admiring the tops of cars.