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Who knew all this would happen afterwards! The view out my window Oct. 30, 2024. They all fall down...autumn leaves decided last night it was time to let go!

Wednesday, February 3, 2021

Julia Burr's sculpture

 

Glass marbles catch the sunlight...I am glad I could step close to get this detail.


At the foot of the gardens, stands a sculpture by Julia Burr.



It's located near an area which has a butterfly garden during spring/summer/fall. But now it only has grass and fallen leaves around it.



I actually misread it and thought it said Archery, rather than Alchemy. Duh. And me who has had a blog and a pottery business called "Alchemy of Clay." Hanging my head, I am.

Today I remember my little sister, who died a couple of years ago. Today would have been her 75th birthday.

Today's quote:

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 sun 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.


~Mary Elizabeth Frye


17 comments:

  1. What a wonderful sculpture.
    Love the poem. We read it at my husband's life celebration twenty-three years ago.
    Thanks for a sweet memory.

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    1. I love that Black Mountain has various pieces of art/sculpture outside.

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  2. I often fill the wrong word in. Sometimes, it is so wrong that I do a double-take and correct myself.

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    1. I think going to the eye doctor next week may help...it's heck to try to read a novel and have so many mixed up words!

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    1. Yes...and I do wonder what the person might be pushing along...

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  4. A lovely poem. And I shall henceforth think of your other blog as The Archery of Clay.

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  5. Lovely art and beautiful poem. A sweet remembrance of your sister.

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  6. Lovely poem. I can't remember where I heard it before.
    Are those really marbles in the sculpture?

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    1. I think they are the kind that are decorative sort of flat glass things. Some people use them in an aquarium.

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  7. I love the quote. It's very beautiful. Sending sympathetic thoughts about your sister.

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  8. That is fascinating.

    The death of a sibling is a hard one to bear.

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  9. Nice poem. I don't think we "get over" the loss of a sibling so much as we learn how to live in spite of that empty place in our heart.

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