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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