This has been a strange winter, the more I think the winter days are over, the more I get a gentle reminder- few more days my dear! Some more days of clouds, little less of sun shine, the frosty mornings and the occasional light and beautiful white snow..as if the world has been painted white, pure, pristine…. who can say no to that! The picture above is part of my backyard and that tiny hint of snow is what I am talking about…ever so gentler, kinder, softer snow..the one you don’t have to worry about getting to work or clearing the driveway.

Although winter has over stayed and in some cities on the west coast totally surprised their residents (San Francisco recently had its first snow in 35 years)- I am not complaining!These things of nature make me emotional at times, recently read a poem by Mary Frye, normally read during funerals, talks about how our near ones never leave us even when they die- they are in gush of wind that touches us, the snow that falls on our garden, the birds that chirp…here it is and do not get too sentimental

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave bereft
I am not there. I have not left

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This has been a strange winter, the more I think the winter days are over, the more I get a gentle reminder- few more days my dear! Some more days of clouds, little less of sun shine, the frosty mornings and the occasional light and beautiful white snow..as if the world has been painted white, pure, pristine…. who can say no to that! The picture above is part of my backyard and that tiny hint of snow is what I am talking about…ever so gentler, kinder, softer snow..the one you don’t have to worry about getting to work or clearing the driveway.

Although winter has over stayed and in some cities on the west coast totally surprised their residents (San Francisco recently had its first snow in 35 years)- I am not complaining!These things of nature make me emotional at times, recently read a poem by Mary Frye, normally read during funerals, talks about how our near ones never leave us even when they die- they are in gush of wind that touches us, the snow that falls on our garden, the birds that chirp…here it is and do not get too sentimental

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave bereft
I am not there. I have not left