(http://www.mostlywanted.com/portfolio-book-1/empathy/)
A ~beautiful~ poem by Karen
at: http://keepingsecrets-karen.blogspot.com/ called:
O, Danny boy
We climbed the rocks above the gorge
to have your party as you wanted.
The evening sun shone from the ancient
river like a fire encased in steel.
The air, sweet and cold, rang little
breath clouds as we sang your Irish song.
Anna, swaying as she sang, held to you as you
had held to her when she was still your child.
You didn’t mind the clinging; you seemed
in no great rush to go your way alone.
When finally it was time for you to leave, you faltered,
torn between falling back with us and flying free.
Just then, the wind picked up the tune, the trees
piped out your name, and we in silence watched
...
Sighhhhh...
i'm having a bad morning...
for some reason i fEEl like i am ~fEEling~ every damn little thing!
i have 'dazes' like these sometimes...
so i was lOOking around in cyberspace for solace...
i should be dusting
There is so much of it about today!
isn't there always though...
when you are having a bad day...
sighhhh...
Mum rang me about where they will be placing... planting Pa's ashes
sighhhh...
My sister rang to check which day (this w/end) is Lara's birthday day
it's Sunday...
sighhh...
goTTa get going and bake that cake...
sighhh...
(http://dancing-for-beginers.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html)
i can feel the earth a rumbling
like a deep and inner pull
i can feel her calling me
twisting me up like wool
what am i to do with this
this strange and vibrating call
when all i feel like doing
is to fall and fall ...and fall
sighhh...
(http://www.mostlywanted.com/portfolio-book-1/falling/)
i was reading some blogs earlier of some people in 'late stages' cancer
and i said to myself...
Just what does THAT mean?
"Late stages"
Does that mean that you are resigned
to a death sentence?
When my neighbor's mum was diagnosed with cancer last year
each time she went for a scan
it was more bad news...
each time i went for a scan
it was good news...
she left her earthly body
i still hang onto mine...
same 'cancer'
different story
cancer is not a 'thing'
or a 'monster'
it's a process...
an immune system not doing it's job
not letting those little renegade cells apoptosis
or in other words... die
sometimes we need to die... to live
live... to die
sighhh...
life can seem such an oxymoron
on a day when you really should be dusting
sighhh...
(Ps) When you have a minute you really should check out this artist
from 'The Wool' painting above: Niall
x
13 comments:
Sweetie, I find dusting is the BEST medicine for days such as these.
Head down,bum up, satisfaction guaranteed.
Love ya Big! xx♥
Forget the dusting, and enjoy life, that's my motto!
Thanks for sharing Karen's poem, a beautiful piece of writing.
Hope you are well!
~Nancy
Thank you for popping by Nolly Posh. I have been going through some of your posts and really like the poetry, imagery, thoughts. Very nice.
Dusting...with you on that one.
Bad cancer words....with you on that one.
I share a similar story of a young woman same diagnosis as me. I am here, she is not. I LOVE that you refer to cancer as a process - that is EXACTLY what it is! Looking forward to reading more.
I have a Sisterhood Award for you at OMM. :)
awwwwwh KLG *KISS*
What a haunting post.
Did you Dad pass on. My Dad did in September.
Is your Dad's name Danny? I love the Danny Boy reference because I grew up on the song.
Do you have cancer.
To me I was diagnosed with Stage 4 Inflammatory Breast Cancer which is in fact a death sentence. But like everyone I guess we live until we die, but sometimes it is a very difficult thing to do.
There is also late stage cancer in stage 4 cancer.
Take care sweetheart. Your post was really lovely.
Love Renee xoxo
Hey Renee, Thanks for dropping by... i will just pOp over to you... Put the kettle on X:-)
Thanks for finding and printing my poem. I love the picture you used with it. Sorry about your dad -- such a hard thing. Sometimes we just have to keep on keeping on...
Sending good thoughts your way, Vicky. {{nollyposh}}
Vicki, thanks for coming. Next time I will have cane sugar for your tea.
Vicki I am sorry to hear that you had to go through this. It is a nightmare but life goes on which is a good thing and allows us to live a little bit.
I have never heard of Ian so thank you for the heads up.
Take care of yourself.
Love Renee
That I could make tea for my precious friend
List to her sorrows and hold her sweet hand
Banish her sadness whilst healing her pain
Bring a smile to her beautiful face once again.
I'm brewing a pot for you right now.
With a hug and great love for my dear friend,
Nancy (nanakin1)
oh i so relate to this post..
amazing the thoughts when we are should be dusting...or in my case scooping dog poop!
my brother went heliskiing in the mountains in alaska over the weekend..
he took some of dad to sprinkle..
sending hugs...
oh darlin! hang in there~ that bad day will be over soon~ and when you wake up~ everything will look brighter~ for having been in the dark for awhile~
i LOVE you sweets!
e
p.s. my little Franky's birthday is sunday too :) he's 6!
The good thing about coming later to this post is that I trust this day is over (in your heart), but it also sounded like a good day to have. You have a way of making things change that way VIcki...
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