There are actually so many layers to my love of skeletons. Skulls in particular, I know I’m not going to cover them all in this blog post because of this I don’t think I will go into everything I do to celebrate and embrace my love of death. Might save that for a part 2, and leave this one just about skeletons and skulls, because really there is so much more…eg..my hobby of grave hunting, my being married in a cemetery, the other member of our family Clavius (he will get his own post at some point I am sure) etc..
If you know me, it is no secret my love for morbid things. I love anything death related. I feel it should be celebrated just as much as birth. They are equals. For me death isn’t an end, if anything it is a beginning. I believe very strongly in the cycle of life, and death is just a door way to the next chapter.
I love the human body, it is the most amazing fascinating thing in the world. We still don’t understand it completely and I really don’t think we ever will. and what is the foundation of our bodies?? Our skeleton! without it we would be a big pile of goo on the floor.
I actually collect skulls, as you might have noticed already in a few photos I have posted from around my house, in the background there is bound to be a skull. In any given room in my house there will be at least 5 skulls placed randomly about the place. Not to mention in my car….
A strong reason I surround my self with “death” is actually a superstitious reason. So it is probably a silly reason, but I won’t change my ways in fear of something bad happening, hence my superstition. Basically because of the balance of life and death, if I surround myself with death, then the life needs to balance it’s self out. And they only way I let it do that is in real life. So by having a skull within a metre of me at all times, means life will surround me too. and I won’t have to experience real death.