...I took some photos. I like it. It gives me something to look forward to and I love walking in nature...on the unbeaten path...taking this path and that path...or making one up as I go. When I am taking pictures out there it is just me and nature...nothing else really comes into play. It is peaceful and relaxing. Let me share a few with you...
This is one of my favorite pics from the photos. I took this at Canatara Beach.
Awww, me and my faithful companion, Princess, at Canatara Park.
I love this shot too. I have it framed already. It is by the bridge behind the animal farm in Canatara Park.
This last picture reminds me of a poem I would like to share with you...
The Road not Taken
by Robert Frost
by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
and sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
and looked down one as far as I could
to where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
and having perhaps the better claim
because it was grassy and wanted wear;
though as for that, the passing there
had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
in leaves no feet had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less travelled by,
and that has made all the difference.
The funny thing about the last picture...it is all about perspective...there is actually a third path off to the right that you cannot see...and that is the path I chose.
Hugs,
Liz
1 comments:
Hi Liz,
I am so sorry we have not yet been able to meet.
To be honest, I went through a "rough patch" from... maybe May through the anniversary of Tom's death (July 14th). Not rough in that anyone would know something had changed, I didn't exhibit any signs of going through a "catharsis" - rough in that I knew I had to take the time to process a new stage of grieving I was going through. I DO hope you don't think I haven't been thinking of you, in the interim, because I have.
Maybe you know we used the Frost's poem on the back of Tom's headstone, so close to Jason's. It is a gorgeous, soothing piece of work. A teacher of Tom's, from St Christophers, Mrs. Butler, left a framed copy of the poem in Tom's casket on the night of his visitation. Don latched onto this poem like it was some kind of lifesaver. And that it is why it is inscribed on Tom's stone today.
Also, I hope you don't mind, that at least twice a week, I lean against Jason's headstone when I "visit" with Tom and Don. I mean no disrespect. In a way, it keeps me somehow in connection with you and the losses you have suffered. One of the workers at Lakeview passed by on his grass-cutting machine the other day, and I knew that he saw me leaning against Jason's stone, and immediately I felt guilty. But then I said, you know what? I can do this, because my son died in the same manner as Jason did, and these three men here...and his sister and me....we are joined. And so, I didn't move and I hope that is OK.
As to what your doctor said in your most recent entry - well, you know, we (those of us who understand cancer and it's workings) must always tread an intricate path between being "realistic" (i.e. understanding "statistics") and being "hopeful" (yes,unexplained miracles DO occur, and frequently). Only YOU, Liz, can decide which "road" to adher to.
Elizabeth Robitaille
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