Wednesday, September 4, 2024
IF I VENTURED IN THE SLIPSTREAM
Thursday, August 8, 2024
THREE MONTHS
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I feel very strong and positive.
I know that I will live in Dan's love forever.
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It has only made his heart bigger. //
TUCSON JUNE 2024
CELEBRATION OF LIFE - LEMONT
Wednesday, August 7, 2024
MEMORIAL SERVICE & CELEBRATION OF LIFE - PEORIA
Ecclesiastes 3
It is written: For every thing there is a season,
and a time for every matter under heaven:
A time to be born and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to reap;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to seek, and a time to lose;
A time to keep, and a time to throw away;
A time to tear, and a time to mend;
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate;
A time for war, and a time for peace.
“I Go Among Trees” by Wendell Berry
I go among the trees and sit still.
All my stirring becomes quiet
around me like circles on water.
My tasks lie in their places
where I left them, asleep like cattle.
Then what is afraid of me comes
and lives for a while in my sight.
What it fears in me leaves me,
and the fear of me leaves it.
It sings, and I hear its song.
Then what I am afraid of comes.
I live for a while in its sight.
What I fear in it leaves it,
and the fear of it leaves me.
It sings, and I hear its song.
After days of labor,
mute in my consternations,
I hear my song at last,
and I sing it. As we sing,
the day turns, the trees move.
“Things” by Jane Kenyon (Also shared at our wedding in 2004)
The hen flings a single pebble aside
with her yellow, reptilian foot.
Never in eternity the same sound–
a small stone falling on a red leaf.
The juncture of twig and branch,
scarred with lichen, is a gate
we might enter, singing.
The mouse pulls batting
from a hundred-year-old quilt.
She chewed a hole in a blue star
to get it and now she thrives….
Now is her time to thrive.
failing to last: water, a blue heron’s
eye, and the light passing
between them: into light all things
must fall, glad at last to have fallen.
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