And then....
..one goes on holiday to somewhere without electricity or mains water and spends the week cooking on a range, walking and sitting by the light of the oil lamp and drinking wine out of tiny glasses:
and then one does a bit of boating:
and then stops in a lock to write some poetry:
and then life goes on:
and then one does a bit of boating:
and then stops in a lock to write some poetry:
and then life goes on:
posted by MortimerBones at
10:07 AM
3 Comments:
My gran had a range like that.
a window into your grief feels rather personal. Sharing your thoughts like that is like grief laid bare.
I wear mine on the inside and outwardly, noone would ever know I have feelings. It's good to have an insight into anothers.
Thankyou for sharing your thoughts.
It is very easy to misinterpret feelings that are both inside and outside, or to mistake either. What is more important is to be, and to be true to whatever is in and whatever is out regardless of ones audience. Perhaps.
The nice thing, if there are nice things, about grief is that no-one can tell what those particular ‘emotions’ bundled up in that particular word, grief, are; nor the reason. All we can do is guess, relate, interpret and adjust accordingly. Even when there don’t appear to be any.
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