Friday, 3 February 2017

Delightful in homage

this season in time to a now deceased husband ... the beauty of snaking through life with the remnants shifting. The intertwine of delectable dishes in the offing .... the shades of grief in going my own way is magnificent...

The cupboards and nooks and crannies bearing witness to how I live now. A lot may be missing. 

It is odd how many love stories unfold for there are as those who venture, without the constraints of marriage, or relationships. There are many woman I know too who never had the desire to have children. There are those who wanted children and never had them. Those who too lost a parent early, like my daughter. Or a school friend who passed away before she had the chance to settle into family life with her husband. 

The intricacies of the different lives beyond ours. All this time in isolated moments awhile. The step back out and realising so much in vivid detail. The down to earth people. The snobs. The heirachy in a institution I am entering with trepidation... 

It will continue to be an amazing journey out of such dark tragedy, I will find only those with a bond who will understand ... the internal knowledge no one is any different to the other in reality ... 

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