Tonight My Dad a legend has died
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Lib, I am sorry for your loss. Words seem so inadequate, my heart is with you. |
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So cheap are words, I some times find, against so great a loss. To think of him as a legend says much of things he's done. Your tribute to him shows how great a legacy he has in you. For a parent to be remembered this way is the highest honor any child could give. Death scars the heart and it's hurt can be felt in every beat thankful are our memories and how they soothe the soul. I think of my dad and at times sense his thoughts are with me. It may sound strange, but that's what legends do. sleepy |
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Oh I am so sorry to hear that! My heart goes out to you. I know how sad it is to loose someone you loved so much. Just remember he will always be looking over you from the spirit world and he will never stop loving you too. |
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Aww Libi I'm just returning from a trip and seeing this now. I so want to reach out to you. The emptiness so huge on losing him... It will tear at you forever, but especially now. |
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wishing everyone my very best in 2010 ~ see ya next year :))
*hug*s all x x x
Turned from the Edge also remembering Thomas
www.worldoffroud.com/www/froudians/frdpo...
Decembers poem .. truly humbled and blessed .. 'Turned from the edge'
there is an accompanying image on the site from Good fairies/bad faeries
also remembering my beautiful son Thomas William Eliis who would have been sixteen today x x
Echoed whispers choke
in tangled reeds
entwined, curling, creeping vine ..
licking
lashed
in darkness bold,
daring,
darting, yet so cold.
Gripped by an icy stabbing heart, fixating fevers penetrate to part.
Invasive dreams, conjure spiralling fears, compelling forwards in
vales of tears ..
drips
everflowing
creates a stream
cascades
evades
edged life serene ..
Release! Release!
the cry screams out
twisting
shaken
let me out!!
back from where all reasons sense, harbouring feelings never meant.
Suddenly the path is clear, ice melts fast from mortal fear. Faery
Lilu's shed her grip, from crystal waters calmly sip ~ ~
refreshing
lifted
lightened pain
only healings now to gain
(c) Libithina.
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Sorry you have lost your boy so young! I can't even imagine what it must be like! |
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I can't help but think that of all the "non-living" atoms I'm made of, and I am alive, that our beautiful planet and Universe, made of so many "non-living" stones and elements, is somehow also "alive" in some infinite awareness. |
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Some things I won't dare to imagine. I'm sorry you must know them. Words, like peace,at times are hard to find. How ever well there told they can never reach the depths of a spirit's wound. How strong one must be to share their greif within words narrow limits. In your undeserving private torment we wish your suffering to end. I hope just knowing others share in your pain may bring comfort to your soul. sleepy |
Awakening
Once again I am so very pleased and proud that my poem 'Awakening' is featured for November 09 on the Froud site representing and inspired by the Faery of Transformation .. Last year my poem 'Quest of Faith' (prev blog) inspired by the 'Faery Godmother' by Brian Froud from his book good faeries/bad faeries was chosen in the category 'Best of 2008' which was wonderful this poem featured October 2008 ..
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the image of the Faery of Transformation is depicted alongside 'Awakening' on the site .. just wanted to share my excitement and joy with all of my dear enchanted friends .. as ever, in
love, peace and joy Lib xx
'Awakening'
Raven haired or titian locked, ruby red or chocolate box, silvery strands curl raven streaks but however she looks, here she speaks.
Distanced space means nought to her as she journeys by the heart. Souls passions conceal, excites deep inner being, she doesn't just live, she feels and breathes with fire in her belly fuels adventures to explore, encountering her an honour, shared thoughts trusting treasured store.
Powers inherent instill awakened stirrings of a deep inner spirit, releasing souls unmasked to who you truly are, no colouring, bared, flamed, alive, feelings and passions stir and strive. Don't let her go, please listen hard, for she is life and she is you, whether old or young always stay true, have no regrets for what has been, for here she speaks and you have seen.
Libithina 09 (c)
Living and caught in the magic ~ Always xx
Friday 13th
Yikes !!! Friday 13th strange isn't it you go about your daily activities and then suddenly realise the date Ohh Ohh and all of a sudden you think something untoward is going to happen. Are you one of those really superstitous people who do not even get out of bed on this date and stay snuggled up under the covers. Or has something good happened on this date ~ one thing it is always a date that takes people and brings them up short if only for a brief sharp intake of breath, a moment of doubt, then on with the day ~ Have a great weekend everyone TC LIb
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I always consider 13 a lucky number for me (I like to go against the grain!) so I quite like Friday the 13th - I was hoping my baby might arrive on this date, especially as if it is a girl we are calling her Freya, and Friday is Freya's day! |







I am truly sorry for your loss.
SarahMy heart goes out to you,no words can help only time makes it easier to cope.
Try to remember the good times and how much you loved each other.
Remember he wouldn't want you to be sad forever.
Thinking of you
Sarah
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