Bits of the Day

My day was uneventful, charmingly so.

What did I do today, hard to think really. Oh yes, I paid bills, and we have $56 left, which is a bit shocking, but it makes me very glad that the bills are indeed paid. Let’s see, I updated web sites and added security. Oh, and I found a few more third cousins while searching for a death record for their mother, which I did not find. I went for a walk in the rain, early in the morning, without a raincoat or a hat; it was grand. I drove into the city to visit the dentist to check on the work that had been done. And I picked peonies to sit in a mug on the windowsill. And I stored the new composter that I purchased yesterday in the garage, because I haven’t decided on just where to put it. Well, I am sure there are more, more little things that flow through a day, more things of no ultimate consequence, except that they accumulate into a pleasant, well spent bouquet of waking hours.

Peonies on the windowsill.
2015 jun 16 peonies

Worldly Distractions

Weather

23°C
Date: 7:00 PM EDT Tuesday 16 June 2015
Condition: Partly Cloudy
Pressure: 101.3 kPa
Tendency: rising
Visibility: 24 km
Temperature: 23.0°C
Dewpoint: 16.2°C
Humidity: 65%
Wind: NNE 19 gust 30 km/h
Humidex: 28

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 circling flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,I am not there; I did not die.”
Mary Elizabeth Frye
1932

17 Comments

  1. I had a quiet day with quiet productiveness and wonderful friends stopping by. There’s always something to keep me busy.

    Maggie, the poem you’ve included is marvelous. It carries the same sentiment of the following prayer, which will be read at my memorial:

    THE GATES OF PRAYER
    A Jewish Prayer

    As long as we live, they too will live,
    for they are now a part of us,
    as we remember them!

    At the rising sun and at its going down
    we remember them.

    At the blowing of the wind and the chill of winter
    we remember them.

    At the opening of the buds and the rebirth of spring
    we remember them.

    At the blueness of the skies and the warmth of summer
    we remember them.

    At the rustling of the leaves and the beauty of autumn
    we remember them.

    At the beginning of the year and when it ends
    we remember them.

    As long as we live, they too will live,
    for they are now a part of us,
    as we remember them.

    When we are weary and in need of strength
    we remember them.

    When we are lost and sick at heart
    we remember them.

    When we have decisions that are difficult to make
    we remember them.

    When we have joy we crave to share
    we remember them.

    When we have achievements that are based on theirs
    we remember them.

    For as long as we live, they too will live,
    for they are now a part of us,
    as we remember them.

  2. TopsyTurvy (Teri)

    Reenie, that was lovely…

    Maggie, your bill paying adventure sounds a lot like mine. We’ve had a lot of excess things coming up so it makes for those ‘borrowing from Peter to pay Paul’ times.

    Beautiful peonies!

  3. I never bring my peonies into the house because they always seem to be full of ants who really love them… and I don’t want to miss a few ants only to introduce them inside where they can go forth and multiply! Enough bugs in this house as it is. I have some dark dark red peonies out front , too, this year. xoxox

  4. I love both of those poems. My mother had wanted the Frye poem to be read at her service. Alas, her brothers preferred a more evangelical Christian service, so it didn’t happen. The peonies are beautiful.

  5. I have had that poem with a photo of my mother on my website ever since she died, I didn’t know who the author was, other than it was in a memorial at Shanksville, PA for 9-11. I’ve now added the author to that page.

  6. Dark red peonies, they sound beautiful Bex. Yes, you are right, the peonies come in with a lot of ants. I just kill them as I see them, and have not had an infestation although I have been bringing them in for decades. I really don’t like the earwigs that occasionally come in with them, but I kill those as well if I see them.

  7. Joan, how lovely to have put the picture of your Mom and the poem on your site. She would love that you did that. I have seen her picture on your site, but I hadn’t noticed the poem. I am glad you have the author now. What a shame it wasn’t read at her service, but with it up with her picture on your site, there are probably a lot of people who get to read it, with her smiling face fresh in their memory.

  8. Joan: The Gates of Prayer was given to me after my mother died. I mourned hard with a gnashing grief. I still miss her, but The Gates of Prayer is tacked on my office wall and lends its comfort when I need it. I had never read the Frye poem before. It, too, is an exquisite link to those who go before us. Love.

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