The Bones Speak

I learned on a wilderness quest a few years ago that if bones have something to say to me, they will tell me how to find them.

The bones speak.

I found this one in the Negev when we were done with our afternoon. And here is what it said.

Once I was alive, a beautiful Ibex, full of vitality. I walked this land, I lived. I can’t tell you if my death was violent or peaceful, but I can tell you that this is what is left of me.

I am reminding you that death will come to us all. Do not waste your time as you walk this earth, DO YOUR PART, DO YOUR PART, DO YOUR PART… create a world where all bones may rest in peace. So be it.

Word, I replied.