"I am lovers with what hasn't a name: the inside of wind,

the stutter of rain ..." ❤ excerpt (c) Amy Schutzer


Tuesday, May 10, 2011

~ Magnolia Blossom ~
by
"the wild magnolia"

Time is marching on, it stops for no one.  We may mentally stay in one place but the actual forward movement of time is always moving.

Realizing that no matter who we are, when we die, the rest of the world keeps right on going.  For a moment this feels like an insult, but really, it is a good thing for those left behind.  Our friends and family have a place to live out the rest of their lives.

If time stood still at the departure of our loved one we would be unable to heal and move on.  We would languish in our grief.  Order, such as it is, must remain for the good of all.

I am thankful for the chance to go on, and hopefully, be of further service to my fellow travelers on this earth, and in this universe.

Blessings to each of you! 

4 comments:

mxtodis123 said...

Such a lovely post. Hoping you are beginning to heal.
Mary

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

Beautiful image
Words shared
make me think...

My Farmhouse Kitchen said...

lovely post, my friend

so happy to see you at Farmhouse today...i have missed you

sending love,
kary and teddy
xxx

kerrdelune said...

OH WOW, gorgeous magnolias and gardenias - I particularly remember the fragrance of gardenias, and how I do wish they grew this far north. The perfume of both magnolias and gardenias is amazing.

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