Thirty Four: Concerning dealing with things

Originally posted on 9th March 2011

I haven’t really been thinking about a great deal today, other than about work and how if you think with the surface of your brain and join in conversations and carry on as normal eventually the hard things go a little further away. They are not better but it is like keeping them in a box and you can go back to letting them out in small doses until all that is left are the happy memories!
I don’t really have much else to say for now so I thought I’d give you a poem, I didn’t write it a person called Mary Elizabeth Frye did in 1932. It was read at my Mum’s funeral (as it is at many) and I like it and the sentiments are good.
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave bereft
I am not there. I have not left.
I thought I would also put up another picture taken of one of my Mum’s watercolours, one I have the original of in a case that I cannot open yet but will display soon!
Looking back over this blog, I have talked about finding beauty in the unexpected and finding inspiration and motivation all around, it therefore seems only fitting that I dedicate a couple of these posts to my mum who not only taught me this philosophy, but was and will always remain an inspiration.

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