“Keep the love light glowing in the sky so bright… Let me call you sweetheart, I’m in love with you…”
“…The sea sleeps not and in the wakefulness of the sea, is a balm for the spirit that does not rest…”
“…I am just a pussy cat, really!”
“Pussy cat, pussy cat where have you been? I’ve been in the woods and scared the little people away… like a tiger”
… And entering with relief some quiet place,
Where never fell his foot or shone his face,
I say, “There is no memory of him here!”
And so stand stricken, so remembering him…
“Less than the cloud to the wind,
Less than the foam to the sea,
Less than the rose to the storm,
Am I to thee.”
“More than the star to the night,
More than the rain to the tree,
More than heaven to earth
Art thou to me.”
Sing me at morn but only with your laugh;
Even at Spring that laugh into leaf;
Even at Love that laugheth after Life.
Sing me but only with your speech of day,
As voluble leaflets do; let viols die;
The least word of your lips is melody!
Sing me at eve but only with your sight!
Like lifting seas it solaceth; breathe so,
Slowly and low, the sense that no songs say.
Sing me at midnight with your murmurous heart!
Let youth’s immortal-moaning chords be heard
Throbbing through you, and sobbing, unsubdued.
This elephant is not in the room, but out in the fresh air…feeling beautiful!
It’s the third Christmas since the day my beloved husband died (990 days to be exact). Although each day had been as long as an eternity yet, it seems as though he only passed away yesterday. This year I am learning to appreciate time on my own, I am also learning to be happy facing the misery of being left a widow instead of, running away from it as I did the last two Christmas
I learnt to count my blessings, and that I did not have to plan a big Christmas dinner for anyone, and definitely counting my blessings that I did not have to shop with thousands of other shoppers. I smiled watching how people rushing around buying as though the shops would be closed for weeks and not for just one day. Anything but to do with the real spirit of Christmas: Shouting the insults at one another, fighting for a spot in the car park that already full. So many dramas that being put into one day of the year for families to connect or to disconnect? And if Christmas comes once a month, would families have enjoyed each other more without too much effort? We’ll never know.
Perhaps I envied those, who have families gathering around them? Who had to get up on Christmas morning and in a hurry to get “things” done? Perhaps I should have felt guilty that I did not have any worry making sure the family Christmas dinner is up to the usual expected standard; like the turkey might be too dry? Or the pork is not crispy enough? And what happened to the pudding? But instead, I did not have to rush out of bed, and then I took my meditating time wandering through my herbs garden, listening to a birdsong, picked some fresh herbs to make a creamy omelette that would turn into a soft fluffy scrambled eggs for breakfast. How perfect! Not to mention the aroma of my favourite freshly brewed organic coffee, just the way it should be on Christmas morning and I better get used to it.
Well, like a bear, I decided to hibernate this Christmas, in the luxury and abundant quietness, away from the hustle and bustle of the festive season, allowing not, the crowded loneliness and the loud misery affecting my soul. I am counting my blessings indeed, for a lovely Christmas morning, totally alone. And yes, I did turn my phone off just for Christmas.
A drive on the Great Ocean Road in Victoria about 150km west of Melbourne reminded me of the coastal drive in California between San Francisco and Los Angeles… Memories, oh memories!
“Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
Remember me to one, who lives there,
For he once was a true love of mine…”
With green mint, cool parsley, sweet basil, and sunny thyme made a perfect dinner of herbs added with refreshing coriander and common chives, all from the garden herbs box he built for me on the deck.
“…Where I may sit and rightly spell. Of every star that heaven doth show, and every herb that sips the dew. Till old experience do attain, to something like prophetic strain…”
Parsley that you can smell with your heart and rosemary for remembrance of you and of love, while sage gives me the wisdom and courage to change the things I can. And thyme! O thyme of sweet aroma, for my cup of tea.