Showing posts with label sadness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sadness. Show all posts

Monday, May 13, 2013

OUR WORLD - Autumn Past and Present


Driving to town today to visit my husband, I thought I would 
show you the main street through Verdun, a small settlement 
on my way.

Dense clouds and rain in the distance muted the autumn colours.
My 20 year old car is in the left hand corner of the shot.


The sun was doing it's best to break through


and finally did, to brighten the drenched colourful leaves
I am infinitely grateful for the rain.


Tips of trees over a hedge made a good contrast to the dark sky.


From our last trip together, this time last year,
Martindale Hall near Mintaro
which was the school for the film 'Picnic at Hanging Rock'.


Rather a grand pile in this sleepy rural district


it is sad no longer to have anyone to share trips, memories and old age with.

We never know what life will dish up,
we just hope we cope with whatever comes our way.

Monday, March 8, 2010

MY WORLD ~ Sadness and Solace

When sadness threatens to overwhelm you, your friends
head for fields of daisies beyond the rainbow and others weep
over tagedies in their family, when your body refuses to
behave as you desire and strength and flexibility fail, look
into the heart of the rose, breathe in the wonder of its scent



her gentle shyly drooping head touches your heart and brings
you hope.



Coaxing a lily into flower totally out of season, can't help but
lift your spirits.



Go into the garden, pick off a few hundred spent rose heads
and see the rosebush glow with gratitude



echoing your lifting spirits with its perfect beauty.



My dear friend Kathie, friend, humanist, birder extrordinair,
poet and painter wrote this poem for me and Renee.

When Arija sings in the morning,
she calls the colours to the day
and the flowers blossom before her
and drive all her troubles away.
Her song is a song of forgivenness
and love to a hurting world,
with harmony filling the daylight
and a melody coaxing the twilight
and poetry flooding the moonlight,
Arija sings in the morning
with a song washing over the world.
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Kathie, I thank you sincely and love you dearly. You read
my very soul.
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