By this time last week the mid-week blues had certainly set in- now seven days further on and l'm doing much better. In fact it has just started snowing again outside which is a refreshing change to the grey days common to this time of year. Last week the sky was grey and low, the buildings and sea just another shade of.. you guessed it..grey. Even the wee birdies sat on the chimney opposite seemed colourless. But this week has been different- although cold it has been clear and cloudless- a nice start for springtime! Over the weekend l spent many hours in the garden. Spring a time of rebirth, a time of weeding and planting and in that a renewed hope. l wrote about this last year - about what l believe is an 'internal seasonal clock'. You can read that old post HERE.As with everything though, there are balances and during this past month a few blogging friends have suffered the loss of someone they love. This is close to my heart and still a tender subject so when l heard a poem on television last week l knew l had to blog about it. I’m not sure if it is a poem or even part of a play but the words certainly spoke to me. I believe it's about the loss of a loved one - written by a man from Glasgow.
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Well hello, you! Sorry to hear of your recent loss. Hope you are felling well, haven't been by in a while! I love the Easter Bonnet, I've always liked to be original :)
Hi I haven't come for a while too. I hope you're coping up well with the loss. I haven't got any of those yet..but there's one point I fell into depression for reason nobody understood except me and it felt like dying inside too. I'm slowly myself again..and things seem much much better now. Hugs!
Oh, dear friend...that is so beautiful. I am so weepy and a jumble of so many different emotions right now and your kind comments meant so much to me when I just read them. Today is my first full day without wee Dylan and I am at such a loss, the house is so quiet. At least I have little Miss Chloe dog here and she is such a comfort. I do believe my surgery will be on the 7th of April, and it looks like little Cooper will be arriving on the 2nd or 3rd, depending on what my d-i-l opts for, inducement or c-section. Since my second hemorrhage I am so wiped out, I can't begin to tell you, so I know having this little window of free time before my surgery is a real blessing. It just feels so strange, not running a million miles an hour! Is that you reading the poem? I would love a copy of the words, if you'd be so kind to email them to me. (((((HUGS)))))
Hi Horizon, I know what you mean about the grey days. I like my country, and yours for that matter but having been to Malta its made me realise what a dreary place we live in. The sunshine makes all the difference. I'm glad to see you're back blogging, at least thats one little ray of sunshine to look forward too. Bob.
Yes it's me Kris- l felt it a very touching poem and was hard not to cry. Thinking of you just now- the waiting must be hard.
Dear Friend,
What a beautiful poem...and your sweet, lilting, serene voice just kicks it up a notch.....
Thank you for visiting with me...I'm always so pleased to see your name...
Evidences of Spring are here but still have cold temperatures at night....Blessings, Betty
I like Betty's description of your sweet voice. She has it just right..lilting and serene. I love to hear your beautiful accent.
Thanks for this lovely poem.
I'm so glad you've been able to get out into the garden. It's the best therapy of all! We've had frigid winds all week and snow expected tonignt. No gardening for me....but my snowdrops opened yesterday :)
I'm so glad to see you blogging more. Glad you're feeling a bit better. I truly enjoyed hearing you read. Your voice is such a delight. The poem was so touching..
xoxo
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