Odd thoughts...
Dec. 1st, 2007 07:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
annwfynTonight I've got a ribbon laid out in front of me.
I had a long chat with my Dad yesterday about OM's funeral. I said that basically, it was important to me to be able to contribute something to his funeral that felt personal to me. I raised Raven's suggestion of making a ribbon to wrap around the stem of a flower, and so tonight I am making a ribbon.
I'm trying to pain on it with glitter and glue. It's not brilliant, but it's mine.
I did love my grandad.
It's not been an easy week.
For large chunks of the week I've been horribly on edge. I've been overreacting to things, and getting incredibly upset over nothing. Now, with everything sorted with my family, and nothing really to worry about other than the drive to East Garston on Monday I'm sliding into this odd kind of zen that I had just after Mum died. All the little things just don't seem important now. I've got my friends. I've got my Jeremiah. I've got my little house, with the two cats that yowl to be fed, and curl up around me in the evenings.
That matters.
Nothing else does.
Oh, by the way, in case anyone is wondering, the new title for my LJ comes from a Tennyson poem. It's a Christmas poem that I love very much, and is there only for December.
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Ring out the grief that saps the mind,
For those that here we see no more,
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.
Ring out a slowly dying cause,
And ancient forms of party strife;
Ring in the nobler modes of life,
With sweeter manners, purer laws.
Ring out the want, the care the sin,
The faithless coldness of the times;
Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes,
But ring the fuller minstrel in.
Ring out false pride in place and blood,
The civic slander and the spite;
Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.
Ring out old shapes of foul disease,
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.
Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
Ring out the darkenss of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be.
-- Alfred, Lord Tennyson
I had a long chat with my Dad yesterday about OM's funeral. I said that basically, it was important to me to be able to contribute something to his funeral that felt personal to me. I raised Raven's suggestion of making a ribbon to wrap around the stem of a flower, and so tonight I am making a ribbon.
I'm trying to pain on it with glitter and glue. It's not brilliant, but it's mine.
I did love my grandad.
It's not been an easy week.
For large chunks of the week I've been horribly on edge. I've been overreacting to things, and getting incredibly upset over nothing. Now, with everything sorted with my family, and nothing really to worry about other than the drive to East Garston on Monday I'm sliding into this odd kind of zen that I had just after Mum died. All the little things just don't seem important now. I've got my friends. I've got my Jeremiah. I've got my little house, with the two cats that yowl to be fed, and curl up around me in the evenings.
That matters.
Nothing else does.
Oh, by the way, in case anyone is wondering, the new title for my LJ comes from a Tennyson poem. It's a Christmas poem that I love very much, and is there only for December.
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Ring out the grief that saps the mind,
For those that here we see no more,
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.
Ring out a slowly dying cause,
And ancient forms of party strife;
Ring in the nobler modes of life,
With sweeter manners, purer laws.
Ring out the want, the care the sin,
The faithless coldness of the times;
Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes,
But ring the fuller minstrel in.
Ring out false pride in place and blood,
The civic slander and the spite;
Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.
Ring out old shapes of foul disease,
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.
Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
Ring out the darkenss of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be.
-- Alfred, Lord Tennyson
