Another spring, another photograph of my favourite bluebell woods in full bloom – and a reminder that it’s over a year since I started writing my blog. I’ve been silent for a while, not quite knowing how to write about happiness at a time of sorrow, as news of three friends coping with sudden and shocking bereavements has reached me over the last couple of months.
I guess we all fool ourselves that we are in control of our lives, until something so harsh and unexpected confronts us with the truth – that we really don’t know what tomorrow holds for certain. Our human need to make sense of things, to understand and piece together the jigsaw, is challenged when life is shattered so suddenly. We have so many questions, yet there are no easy answers.
I attended one ceremony to celebrate the life of my friend’s son. Although it was almost unbearably painful to think that his life had been cut short so prematurely – just at the point when all his hopes and plans for a wonderful future were taking shape – there was also comfort in witnessing an overwhelming outpouring of love from all the friends and family who shared their special stories and memories. He had filled his life with so many adventures and achievements, and made friends all over the world who will never forget him.
Although it was sad that so many of his friends had to experience loss and grief at such a young age, what a positive message they chose to take into their hearts: they pledged to live their own lives more fully – to follow their dreams, make an impact in the world, to love and support each other, and to fund-raise in his memory.
It’s a lesson of courage and hope in difficult times. I look forward to connecting with you again and sharing thoughts on life, love, happiness and laughter – our gift to the world.
Poem of the Week
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?