Yesterday the black dog came to visit me, the same black dog who used to visit Winston Churchill. When my daughter came around, she could see the black dog had turned up too and that I was completely at his mercy. She made her leave with a simple kiss and goodbye, "hope he goes soon", I nodded in agreement. For when he's around he completely demands my attention and there's no shaking him loose! On retiring I sternly told the black dog I didn't understand the reason for his visit and that I thought I had sat with him for long enough and to be gone in the morning! *** I've not seen him so far, this morning thank goodness !!! It is the beginning of a brand new day, I am grateful for each day of my life... I was at a funeral on Friday, to say we'd anticipated a sad day all turned out most beautifully.... my favourite hymn was sung 'Morning has Broken' On this brand new day I'm sitting here tapping the k...
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Peace
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Yes she will!
I love the tenderness of this whole story, the fall of the blossom that had become such a part of your self, such a steady, daily reminder of strength and vulnerability at the same time. Its fall and then resurrection, as it were, seems not only a rise of the life of the flower, but of your spirit and that of your mother whose birthday you are remembering. Your mother and mine were born a day apart. My mother's birthday is tomorrow. I lost her 6 years ago and still miss her terribly.
xo,
Noelle