Wednesday 11th.
Happy Ancestors’ Day everyone. A month ago today, we had the service for Brian, it will be another couple of days, before he will have been “gone” two months. Somehow, time has lost a place with me at the moment. I am in a “temporary/holding” zone. It is thanks to my wonderful friends, and thoughtful neighbours that I get through each day.
I never know if I will be overwhelmed with an emotion, or find myself wrapped in a cloak of silence.
My friends seem to know just when to call or be present, for this I am truly grateful. On the surface years of wearing a “public” persona, has stood me well. At times I feel like I am cast in stone, and watching the world go by, while other times…. the sunlight just quietly misses me, letting me hide in the shade.
I am thankful for who I am today, my world is evolving and changing, I am so appreciative of you my friends, who stand by me, help me in this time of such overwhelming emotions, uncertainty and uncharted tomorrows. Thank you.
PL day 11
Be thankful for who you are today.
You are standing here thanks to your ancestors, your parents and those who have supported you throughout your life. Show your appreciation, by giving back to the world around you.
Oyashikiri
Being a Taoist, for me landscaping was all about bringing nature to my property so that it would as closely resemble natural growth, Susan shared that passion, when I bought a home with a double lot, she said, I’m going to get more land too. She moved to a place where she had the kind of lot that she could build on. We were off to the races, every week-end we toured miles of countryside looking for landscaping places that would offer us plants that were not the standard backyard fare.
When I remarried in the late 90’s, we didn’t get to spend the time together that we did before, but anytime we did meet up, we picked up just where we left off. That was the kind of relationship we had. The bond we had created when we were younger, held like glue. The years passed, friends in our lives changed, but still, we knew each other like one hand knows the other.
She is gone now, at least the human form is no longer here. But her presence, the secrets we shared, the long evenings of simply “being” in the same space, discovering our “selves”.. that will always be.
Lizzie was an artist with a thirst to create, not just anything, everything she did was alive and vivid, just like her. Her creativity knew no bounds. When she first was told she had cancer, she said, OK, let’s deal with this.. and did what she needed to do, she beat the odds. Once, twice, the little vixen fought her way to live another day.
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