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Reflection Day ~ 23rd March ~ Two Candles Burn Tonight

Two candles burn tonight in remembrance.

Dad passed away on January 10th

We mourned him in February;

a Zoom cremation.

Surreal,

Sorrowful,

So far away.

Then just as the slow road to recovery began

the phone rang.

March 4th.

‘You’re Mum has passed away,’ the carer said.

Layers of grief settled like a shroud.

The mind moved through a dense fog,

unable to focus.

Unable to make rational decisions.

‘It was peaceful,’ they said.

She slipped away when sleeping.

A blessing.

Well Mum, I hope you have polished your wings and have found Dad up there. Are you dancing together again, the pain in your feet gone and Covid a distant dream? The irony is, two weeks later and the whole care home would have been vaccinated. A month later and my first vaccine would have had effect and I would have been oh so tempted to drive down to see you, since also a month later visiting to care homes became permissible.

You had a good life, Mum and Dad; 88 and 93 but I wish I’d been there for you as I’d promised I would be.

My thoughts and prayers were for all those remembering lost loved ones yesterday evening. RIP.

Due to bereavement we have delayed the launch of ‘Search for a Pearl Inside Yourself’ until 25th June 2021, God willing. 

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Never believe the weather report ~ The sun shines in Scotland too, you know!

Friends from down south come to visit us in Fife, or travel with us further north or west, but we often hear the phrase ‘We don’t come to Scotland for the weather.’ We get phone calls invariably asking, ‘what’s the weather like?’ We can almost hear the disappointment or lack of belief when we say ‘Oh, it’s a lovely afternoon,’ or ‘it’s sunny here today,’ or ‘it’s a beautiful evening.’

I cannot quote a poem by Pauline Prior-Pitt for copyright reasons but I’ve written one of my own, inspired by reading her lovely book of poems ‘be an angel.’

 

Do You Remember the sun my friend

White sandy beaches stretching far, as froth tipped rollers race.

Layers of blue, purple, green ~

sea, cliffs,

lochs, headlands,

inlets, islands,

out to the misty beyond.

Sun kissed onyx rocks, blackness gleaming after rain.

Blue sky

piercing greyness, 

 framing mountain peaks,

dispersing wisps of cloud.

The stillness in that sheltered place where all our being glows with warmth.

 

Do you remember the wind and rain my friend

or do you remember the sun.

 

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Diana’s Virtual Tour of Fife ~ back home in Kinghorn

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Returning home a moment from my virtual tour of Fife, here’s just a wee taster of a poem in The Healing Paths of Fife:

Ode to Kinghorn

You stole my heart

the moment we met

as I gazed down from the Braes.

The warm sun

captured in the palm of your hand

even on the coldest winter morning.

The amphitheatre of

Victorian elegance and fishermen’s cottages mingling,

reflecting that warmth.

The unforgettable welcome of the Wee Shoppe

where gossip’s shared and friendships forged.

Oh Kinghorn! How I thank you

for taking us in and giving us a home.

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This was the first view we had of Kinghorn and it showered me with inspiration!

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