tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15897842.post5645672252748420657..comments2024-03-28T08:23:22.133-04:00Comments on Beyond the Fields We Know: Goldenkerrdelunehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09779897207670867347noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15897842.post-41180388872814778292008-08-04T22:11:00.000-04:002008-08-04T22:11:00.000-04:00Dear Cate, your words and sharing are a sanctuary ...Dear Cate, your words and sharing are a sanctuary I return to again and again. I wanted to share a poem with you, written by Polish poet Julia Hartwig. She's now in her late 80s and has lived through much. To me, this poem captures the inevitability of loss and the heart breaking beauty of the world. <BR/><BR/>Tell Me Why This Hurry<BR/><BR/>The lindens are blossoming the lindens have lost their blossoms<BR/>and this flowery procession moves without any restraint<BR/>Where are you hurrying lilies of the valley jasmines<BR/>petunias lilacs irises roses and peonies<BR/>Mondays and Tuesdays Wednesdays and Fridays<BR/>nasturtiums and gladioli zinnias and lobelias<BR/>yarrow dill goldenrod and grasses<BR/>flowery Mays and Junes and Julys and Augusts<BR/>lakes of flowers seas of flowers meadows<BR/>holy fires of fern one-day grails<BR/>Tell me why this hurry where are you rushing<BR/>in a cherry blizzard a deluge of greenness<BR/>all with the wind racing in one direction only<BR/>crowns proud yesterday today fallen into sand<BR/>eternal desires passions mistresses of destruction<BR/><BR/><BR/>Blessings to you and your beautiful Cassie!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15897842.post-44154412616732148792008-08-04T14:48:00.000-04:002008-08-04T14:48:00.000-04:00Yes, the prairies here are golden and yellow with ...Yes, the prairies here are golden and yellow with flowers. Such a change from the sprinkling of colors in May. <BR/><BR/>I'm so glad that you get to accompany her gently to the door of the next life. The bond goes beyond anything that human couples experience. It is pure and unconditional love in the here and in the now. She receives from you and you from her.Crayonshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04381728158412423377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15897842.post-44163723118376241432008-08-04T11:54:00.000-04:002008-08-04T11:54:00.000-04:00I love August. and you captured it in one word, go...I love August. and you captured it in one word, golden.<BR/><BR/>Oh, I don't know you, except through your words and pictures, but my heart aches for you and your pain in these days. I will hold your sorrow in my morning prayers. I, too, have experienced the loss of the dear friends, and miss them now, even.anitahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06920492230097358417noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15897842.post-74427582014825800532008-08-04T07:47:00.000-04:002008-08-04T07:47:00.000-04:00my heart is with you, i know the pain of losing a ...my heart is with you, i know the pain of losing a dear friend..<BR/><BR/>i held my little Oscar's paw as he passed away... that was 3 years ago now, and still the tears come... <BR/><BR/>they leave their little paw prints on your heart forever... never to be forgotten.<BR/><BR/>take care and be strong.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02911301464830358636noreply@blogger.com