The Void

This is very special, very special indeed dear Maggie, such wonderful ideas and presences, here yet not, there yet not, you fascinate our sense of place and beside such wonderful elements as the sea and waterfalls, we are lulled into you mind as if we too were in your shoes, walking, and watching the sea wash away our footprints as we carry on and on and yet nowhere. Very fine indeed. My love to you Maggie from Ann of Norway.

I feel I have to answer now, you must give it time, as you are alive, and being so, privileged to be so, this we should never forget, the short time we all are in this state is worth nurturing and enjoying whatever happens to us, look at Longo with his suffering that is of another order is it not? We see the trees growing, we have to accept that all things must die in the end, and when they do those living must carry on living making new ways of understanding it all. But i cannot talk I expect, I love living and try to help my self live to the full every minute of the day, it is possible and it has to be mostly carried out alone, we are all alone on this earth and must find our own tone in the song of life, others may help, those we love help us most, but we cannot rely only on them we must have some inner love of life itself to be strong enough to brave the hills, or the upward struggles but at the top the sun still rises again and sets then rises and we can follow suit and rise up and shine, you have a shining smile, and this will surely be reflected by others you know and you will find new ways of looking at life and its patterns of experience and will again be excited by things like the sunset and sunrises of nature,they are there and if anything can help you it is natures wonderful wands of expression, grab a frond Maggie and swing like Tarzan's Jane through the trees of life's experiences and you will find new joys and new love. Oh by jove, what a load of ............. I just wrote down what came into my head and felt that you should decide for yourself that the past is no more and that you should build a new future and I don't think that would be such a bad idea for you, there are many people that are such lovely people in this world and they are waiting for you too, so get up and meet them and do things and create new poems like this good one above, and you will blossom into another wonderful flower of life as you deserve and as you should you'll see! Love from Ann of Norway

Dearest Magz, This is a stunning write my darlin friend, I wanted to give you a ring in the next couple of weeks before I go to hospital sooo I will get in contact real soon hun ... but a stunning write as I said my friend I am dazzled ...and that comment of Anns I am just in awe of it ... wonderful love and higgest bug hugs Jayne x x x

Out there is someone waiting for just you, I know it, go and see if I'm not right? If we give in to loneliness it is only our own fault, we can always go and help someone else and in doing so feel not alone. I went out in the countryside of Norway and listened to unending tales from others and they so loved to tell me about all sorts an as it was in local dialects I at first didn't understand it all but slowly I learnt their songs and now do. I always said I am living novels i don't have to read them, i live the dramas of life and it is so much more interesting and at times exciting!!! Some might think me odd, and even feel that I could get into scrapes, but i managed to carry on walking through dificulties and although I am alone in some ways, I have my Erik always there, when h e goes I shall be alone again, he is 84yrsold: but little communication in Olso outside his. BUT here I have found a whole community of corresponders and that has been so very stimulating. So stop feeling sorry for yourself and get out and do something, hope you forgive the directness but its the only way to become alive again and enjoy life. If you wish to paint the devil on the walls go ahead but I KNOW you can find things that make you feel life is worth living out there. Old fogey, I don't know otherwise what to answer here, but don't do what you know in your heart of hearts what you would regret, you are alive how magic is that? Others are not and cannot take part in this rather wonderful world of human beings. Go get it, be alive and start telling yourself that you are happy and can make others happy around you and you WILL. In the end no sympathy will be forthcoming as they say "cry ad you cry alone, laugh and the world laughs with you" and I KNOW you loved to laugh, you show it in your happy face here, I know you can do it I want you to do it, you know you can do it, its all up to yourself. My love to you dear Maggie, every sunset is different but they all have their beauty.

You are the sea nymph. You always write lovely poems of the water, and like the water there is a vibrance and free spirit. Well done indeed. Loved it and to you love and best wishes, Lyz. XX

I loved the final stanza the most: "The earth's orchestra play melodies unsung as notes are free falling into this void - the place of the in between." We need sometimes to just sit and listen to the sound of the earth, and remember we are still just animals, and therefore a part of the world and thus the universe. This poem made me think a little of Khalil Gibran, seeking for a place to bathe naked with his soul before seeking instead the greater sea. Hope to read more of your stuff, Dalton.