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.
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
What a wonderful sculpture.
ReplyDeleteLove the poem. We read it at my husband's life celebration twenty-three years ago.
Thanks for a sweet memory.
I love that Black Mountain has various pieces of art/sculpture outside.
DeleteI often fill the wrong word in. Sometimes, it is so wrong that I do a double-take and correct myself.
ReplyDeleteI 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!
Delete...it sparkles.
ReplyDeleteYes...and I do wonder what the person might be pushing along...
DeleteA lovely poem. And I shall henceforth think of your other blog as The Archery of Clay.
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DeleteLovely art and beautiful poem. A sweet remembrance of your sister.
ReplyDeleteThanks...I like finding poetry, and art!
DeleteLovely poem. I can't remember where I heard it before.
ReplyDeleteAre those really marbles in the sculpture?
I think they are the kind that are decorative sort of flat glass things. Some people use them in an aquarium.
DeleteI love the quote. It's very beautiful. Sending sympathetic thoughts about your sister.
ReplyDeleteThanks. I do miss her still.
DeleteThat is fascinating.
ReplyDeleteThe death of a sibling is a hard one to bear.
Yes on both of your comments.
DeleteNice 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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