All of him, still there. Pounding inside my heart.
It was not possible for me to anticipate the awful despair that his journey would create.
Now that he's gone, I'm not even sure if the heart is where he's left his epitaph.
The emotional pain is so acute in my solar plexus that I fancy he thinks its a gym where he can regain fitness by repeatedly practicing ethereal sit ups.
" No pain, no gain", so he always said, and he was never a man
to do things by halves.
This sharp blast of Artic winter in March is reflected in my own chilled spirit. Cushion - white anonymity smothers the landscape. Brittle-black branches of memories are starkly isolated against the endlessly weeping snow. Bitter, bitter, frost - numbing. Numbing comfort, in its awesome beauty.
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4 comments:
There will be warmth in the Spring Sun Mags altho' you probably don't think at the moment that there will be. Keep looking at the wee flowers that are pushing their way thro' the hard crust to colour the world.
Lots of Love
M & M
Good to hear you laugh last evening - the first time in a long time I have heard it. Spring does follow winter and wouldn't Dougie have a laugh at our aspirations - a Lighthouse and Seton Castle. He's reaching for the moon so why shouldn't we. Happy birthday Sydney Helen.
Love and thoughts as always.
Frank and Betty
'If winter comes, can Spring be far behind?'- Shelley.
Keep going, Mags. Each day will be a little better.
Happy Birthday, Helen.
Margaret.
Happy Birthday to Mick for the 9th.
Duff
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