"I hold dead friends like jewels in my hand
Watching their brilliance gleam against my palm
Turquoise and emerald, jade, a golden band..." Sasha Moorsom
My dearest friend Mary died on February 13th a year ago.
What is there to say about her that I haven't already said? She was my soul-friend, my anam cara. She's here with me right now: I carry her in my heart. I always will.
“But oh! the blessing it is to have a friend to whom one can speak fearlessly on any subject; with whom one's deepest as well as one's most foolish thoughts come out simply and safely.
Oh, the comfort — the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person — having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.”
Dinah Craik
3 comments:
With love to you and to Mary. Thank you Sue xx
I am sorry. 'Precious friends hid in death's dateless night.' Sonnet 30 (I think). Shakespeare knew all about it.
That's a lovely quote, Chrissie. Thank you. xx And thank you, Liz, for your message. xx
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