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Posted 29 December 2008 - 10:36 AM
picture from http://life-balanced.net
Posted 08 June 2009 - 12:52 AM
a poem my friend read tonight for elane mcmahon fleet ,a pip who made all of us laugh, an animal lover, traveler, kind soul
On the day when
the weight deadens
on your shoulders
and you stumble,
may the clay dance
to balance you.
And when your eyes
the grey window
and the ghost of loss
gets in to you,
may a flock of colours,
indigo, red, green,
and azure blue
come to awaken in you
a meadow of delight.
When the canvas frays
in the currach of thought
and a stain of ocean
blackens beneath you,
may there come across the waters
a path of yellow moonlight
to bring you safely home.
May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
may the clarity of light be yours,
may the fluency of the ocean be yours,
may the protection of the ancestors be yours.
And so may a slow
wind work these words
of love around you,
an invisible cloak
to mind your life.
~ Echoes of Memory ~
Posted 26 December 2009 - 04:28 PM
Novels and movies always seem to me to get it wrong. Grief doesn’t conjure up ghosts. Grief renders the world itself ghostly. The absent thing alone is real, and, in comparison, all present things are pale, gray, and indistinct: a vague background to the sharp-edged portrait of what is gone
quote above gives my grief some human context , and helps somehow
Posted 14 January 2010 - 01:39 PM
she's going in for a pre-op next week and scheduling a total hysterectomy. i'll be up to nj after to help out wherever i can.
Posted 18 August 2010 - 05:08 PM
I'll sing you this October song,
Oh, there is no song before it.
The words and tune are none of my own,
for my joys and sorrows bore it.
Beside the sea
The brambly briars in the still of evening,
Birds fly out behind the sun,
and with them I'll leavng.
The fallen leaves that jewel the ground,
They know the art of dying,
And leave with joy their glad gold hearts,
In the scarlet shadows lying.
When hunger calls my footsteps home,
The morning follows after,
I swim the seas within my mind,
And the pine-trees laugh green laughter.
I sed to search for happiness,
And I used to follow pleasure,
But I found a door behind my mind,
And that's the greatest treasure.
For rulers like to lay down laws,
And rebels like to break them,
And the poor priests like to walk in chains,
And God likes to forsake the.
I met a man whose name was Time,
And he said, I must be goin,
But just how long that was,
I have no way of knowing.
Sometimes I want to murder time,
Sometimes when my heart's aching,
But mostly I just stroll along,
The path that he is taking
incredible string band
Posted 04 December 2010 - 08:58 PM
our beloved little dog Termite died in his sleep and i just got a call that my uncle tom passed away.
cj, i also just saw that you asked about my friend...it's been a while i know but, she is now doing well after having 2 surgeries - thank you for askin better late than never.
grey blue days on the farm.