No big box hereour shops line upin historic rows Our fraganceeau-de-fermeearthen fresh Our spires remindersthat values are simpleand life blessed. (Photo mine)
Anxiety burnsan acidic devouring confidence impaled –mind wanders to childhood dreamsuncovers fear’s origin. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. I came across this tanka written in May/21 that seemed to match with the image I recently posted on my other blog. I decided to pair them here.)
We wait at the station, Mother and I,one final stop for her – painless she prays;I busied at bedside – prolonged goodbye –memories and regrets filling our days. “We live too long,” she wearily proclaims“Why must suffering linger till the end?”I plea and bargain, call angelic names,yet the will to survive refuses to bend. The […]
One Woman's Quest II 
Interestingly, I do look towards the open sky, whenever I’m attending a funeral or inside a graveyard. Varied thoughts about purpose of life and heading towards the next phase circle in my mind on such occasions.
Thank you so much for sharing this capture with my challenge and apologies for check out your entry this late 🙂
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Yes, this perspective is more hopeful than looking down.
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beautifully and peacefully sad………
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Thanks Wendi
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Lovely captures!
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Thank you.
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Gorgeous! I love wandering through cemeteries and imagining all the stories of the people.
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Our town has seven trails, and one goes through the cemetery – a good place to take the camera. Thanks Heather.
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So beautiful! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks Deborah. What skies lie ahead, I wonder.
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Me too my friend! 🙂 ❤
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When I saw the first photo, John Lee Hooker’s “Decoration Day” immediately came to mind.
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Well there’s a name I haven’t heard for a long time – had to give a listen. Thanks for that!
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