“Did someone say that there would be an end,
An end, Oh, an end to love and mourning?
Such voices speak when sleep and waking blend,
The cold, bleak voices of the early morning
When all the birds are dumb in dark November—
Remember and forget, forget, remember….
Now the dead move through all of us still glowing,
Mother and child, lover and lover mated,
Are wound and bound together and enflowing.
What has been plaited cannot be unplaited—
Only the strands grow richer with each loss
And memory makes kings and queens of us….”
―May Sarton
Whose memory makes you richer in spite of the loss?
The Daily Compass helps me everyday. I use it as a focus of my daily meditation.
The strength that I retain in much of my daily life is that from my mother. She was essentially a quiet, unassuming person who followed her needs in a responsible but happy way, She was a wife who assumed that responsibility as well as a mother of one who provided opportunities for me to grow mentally, emotionally and physically. She treated me with respect and rather than controlling me as a person to direct, she, by example, stood for what she believed to be the best paths to follow and because of this, I represent that in her. Of course I miss her but that isn’t the important thing; while she and I were in life together, my rewards came to me.