Sunday
Jan152006
the seed of an idea is planted
The journey of grief, loss, death becomes a journey of living...more on this in the morning when I am not so tired...until then, words of another; words that resonate within this idea that has been forming inside me.
living eulogy
she danced
she sang
she took
she gave
she served
she created
she dissented
she enlivened
she saw
she grew
she sweated
she changed
she learned
she laughed
she shed her skin
she bled on the pages of her days
she walked through walls
she lived with intention
-mary anne radmacher
This sits in a frame where I can see it while I work. A gift from a dear friend. Write it on your heart. Live it.
liz lamoreux
Reader Comments (6)
Oh Liz...tears come...big fat tears running down my cheeks because reading these words I realize that I have been walking the procession of the living dead for way to long. Glad you are finding your way to live.
wow...those are amazing words...
wow.
What inspiring, beautiful words. I hope that this is just how I can live my life...What a great gift to share with us, and I love the photo. Wonderful.
Oh, I'm going to do the same. Thank you for this little gift of truth.
What a wonderful mantra to live by. Thank you for sharing this. A great way to remember those we love who are no longer here and also remember to devour life while we still can ourselves.
i love the idea of bledding on the pages of your day. wow! can't wait to read about the idea brewing.