Today is a sombre day, there is no way to escape the news, although my daughter will shout out 'turn it off' if there is talk about war. So I shall not add to it. But take a journey through my photos and remember all the bees and butterflies I chased. The stones I trudged over fields to find, the dogs who accompanied me. The flowers I took such a delight in cultivating and say with a certain contentment I am happy for what has gone. Also of course my family, the grandchildren growing up, my sweet love Paul, his ashes scattered in the place he loved.
Roses planted by the side of lavender, mock orange, plain white daisies and Alchemilla
I'm reading a book called Suzanne and Gertrude, and it is about living quietly amidst horror. I've found it moving and so very timely. We cannot change the world. We can only occupy our space in it. The one sentence that really, really struck me is when Hillman says, "I believe in good." It was like a validation. When I discovered that I no longer believed in God, it was a bit shocking and I struggled to sort it all out. In the end, I knew that I no longer believed in God, but I believed in good, and in my responsibility to be part of it. I couldn't believe that I was reading my words in someone else's book. It brought tears to my eyes.
ReplyDeleteWell probably Debby many people feel like you do, that good must prevail, but they keep quiet because they are shy coming forward. Tomorrow is your big trip, good luck on the journey and may it go smoothly without any hitches.
DeleteBeautiful flowers and delightful little verse.
ReplyDeleteYes I miss my flowers, I am hoping that there will be plenty around town.
DeleteThe philosophy alluded to in the bee box is one I have subscribed to for years. Nobody taught me it and I never read about it, it just seemed right to be kind to all other creatures... with the exception of mosquitoes perhaps.
ReplyDeleteI suppose we could all find exceptions, think mine might be greenfly;) Someone on the radio yesterday was arguing that all life has a moral right, they were arguing about building new houses on farmland.
ReplyDeleteAll precious things require diligent work...flowers and gardening...an freedom.
ReplyDeleteEspecially gardens Tabor, though I 'allowed' many a weed in but I was never allowed dandelions in the lawn!
DeleteWhat a beautiful distraction from what is going on elsewhere.
ReplyDeleteYes, there is so much bad news, speculation and debate but the advance still continues today.
DeleteLovely.
ReplyDeleteIt brightens the day Joanne.
ReplyDeleteI was talking this weekend with friends who are moving away from the home where they have lived since 1981. It was mentioned that in packing there were found items in the attic that hadn't been touched for years--particularly photos so faded that the subjects were nearly impossible to discern.
ReplyDeleteI've been appreciative of the vintage photos handed down to me of generations before my time. Today there are so many ways of preserving these. I do wonder what anyone will do with my copious notebooks of genealogical research--the only person in my family who is interested is my nephew the history teacher.
Some of us have a more developed sense of place than others and our roots run deep. Each of us have our uniquely cherished memories.
Missed this Sharon. Old photos are wonderful records of past lives, but also sad because the people have gone.
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