|Circa 1986 which explains the|
mauve coat.........to some extent. 😖
1986 what did you make us do?!
the love of my life.
She glances at the photo,
and the pilot light of
memory flickers in her eyes.
You ride off into the sunset and
discover it's the sunrise.
body is exercise, and of all the
exercises walking is the best.
is by the closing time at the Parks. When it
changed to 6:30pm in March we both nearly
jumped up and down--well I did, Stuart
doesn't jump up and down much, but
in his heart he did. In the deepest, darkest
days of winter, Oxford parks close by 4pm,
so 6:30pm marks the return of the light and
our longer evenings. In the summertime the
University Parks stay open until 10pm,
and it isn't unusual for us to be out walking
that late, storing up light and long evenings
for next winter.
|Birch or Ent? You decide.|
Standing tall in the University Parks.
watch over the University Parks.
of life. Life has no opposite!
promise of life though is that they'll return
next year, reborn with the same yellow joy.
In Oxford at least, we're smack-dab in the middle of spring and even with life's losses, we're still able to enjoy every moment of it because of the renewal it brings. The first rush of spring is past, the colours grow deeper, the air richer with scents. The back door stays open more often than not and woolly scarves are put away along with the thick winter coats. Springtime has settled in to stay awhile and we welcome and relish every day of it.
empty and hollow; you catch grace as
a man fills his cup under a waterfall.
That isn't to say there is no grief in my life right now, but even that can be embraced. Sometimes the grief wave hits the shore like a tsunami, knocks me flat, and the bitterest of tears come. As the wave of grief for my mom is embraced with each quiet breath, the tsunami subsides, calm is restored, the moment becomes quiet and life seems all the sweeter and fresher for it. The force for Life that formed the stars and the seas can wrap the grief in comfort and turns it into a full heart once more. Spring turning into winter and then turning to spring in just a few breaths......repeated over and over in the 'repeated refrains of nature'. This is a promise I know to be true.
order of succession in the garden year which
is deeply pleasing, and in one sense there are
no breaks or divisions -seed time flows on
to flowering time and harvest time; no sooner
is one thing dying than another is coming
~Susan Hill and Rory Stuart,
'Reflections from a Garden, 1995'