4 comments on “Winds of Change

  1. Geoff, I am sure there are untrod islands to explore! Of course, when (literally) sailing in fog it is confusing and disorienting. But you do get to see the world from a different perspective, and the islands loom up unexpectedly!

  2. I am so very delighted that you know the fog will lift, so hard to believe when you are enveloped in it.
    A year is a year, and maybe, no doubt at all, Chris will be forgeing you a new compass, one which she will be proud to see you using
    Love
    Eleanor

  3. Shakespeare, Sonnet 116

    Let me not to the marriage of true minds
    Admit impediments. Love is not love
    Which alters when it alteration finds,
    Or bends with the remover to remove:
    O no; it is an ever-fixed mark,
    That looks on tempests, and is never shaken;
    It is the star to every wandering bark,
    Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
    Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
    Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
    Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
    But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
    If this be error and upon me proved,
    I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

  4. Where I come from, the first anniversary of those we have lost is the time when the stone is set. It is a completion of sorts. And not. The words of pslam 119 are sometimes recited.
    My soul drips from grief; sustain me according to Your word. כחדָּלְפָה נַפְשִׁי מִתּוּגָה קַיְּמֵנִי כִּדְבָרֶךָ:
    May you be sustained, Geoff.
    James

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