For what is done […] May the judgment not be too heavy upon us

A beautiful and sobering reminder.

Me + Richard Armitage

Ash Wednesday [by T.S. Eliot]

Because I do not hope to turn again
Because I do not hope
Because I do not hope to turn
Desiring this man’s gift and that man’s scope
I no longer strive to strive towards such things
(Why should the aged eagle stretch its wings?)
Why should I mourn
The vanished power of the usual reign?

Because I do not hope to know again
The infirm glory of the positive hour
Because I do not think
Because I know I shall not know
The one veritable transitory power
Because I cannot drink
There, where trees flower, and springs flow, for there is nothing again

Because I know that time is always time
And place is always and only place
And what is actual is actual only for one time
And only for one place
I rejoice that things are as they are and
I renounce…

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A Gift I Got for Giving!

A while back, I participated in the SpReAd The Love Gives Back Week connected to the premiere of The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies.

Readers of the blog were urged to share a comment about a kindness you’d done for others, or something kind that had been done for you. One lucky person was to be selected from the comments, and they would receive a lovely handmade beaded bracelet in sky-blue, purple and gold.

So I shared a story about the nurses and staff at the nursing home where my mother spent her final years. She was strong-willed, fiercely independent, and sinking deeper into delusions and senility, so the good people at the home really had their work cut out for them. They found and removed the half-pints of milk that my mother kept hiding in her sock drawer. They fielded her continual complaints about the guy across the hall who listened to his TV too loud. They made sure she was clean and comfortable.

They considered what they did to be all in a day’s work, but by freeing me from a burden I could never have borne by myself, they did me a great kindness. In her final illness, they grieved for her, difficult as she’d been. “Of course we look out for her,” the head nurse told me. “Your mother’s one of us, now.”

Anyway, now I’ve been picked to receive this beautiful bracelet! The sky-blue beads are for Thorin Oakenshield’s sky-blue hood, the purple beads no doubt for his majesty, and the gold spacers represent the shining beauty of gold.
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The bracelet came tucked in a pretty gauze pouch filled with silk rose petals, and decorated with a valentine on the front.

Thank you! I will treasure it!