Reintegrating into life
It has been a terribly long time since I posted anything, and I wanted to explain that my loving mother passed away just under two months ago. I spent some 5 weeks back in Oregon, dealing with both the emotional grief and the practicalities of losing a parent. I am back in London and slowly reintegrating into work, so please expect more blogs and tweets from me again, and apologies to anyone who contacted me or that I neglected the last few months.
Although I am not personally spiritual, I have always liked the following poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye and it now reminds me of my mother:
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there; I did not die