Today I am struck by the rhythms that pervade life.
Just at the moment I am caught in the slow, murmuring rhythm of grief. More deaths that I am really able to absorb. Deaths unexpected and expected, deaths of youngsters just beginning to live and deaths of oldies who have lived long and full lives.
Running through them all the long, low, sighing, pulsing, cadence of grief.
Widow's and widower's and mothers and fathers and siblings and friends asking in fresh sharp anguish "will this feeling ever go? will I ever feel better again?" And the soft, gentle reply from those who know, who have been in this land....no, it never really goes away. But you are resilient, you can endure the unendurable.....even when you don't want to....
Over and around this murmuring the practical of meals cooked, visits made, cakes baked, passengers collected from airports, eulogies and testimonies written, and readings practicised. The doing that overlays the being. Life and death bound together, intertwined, inseparable. Sunshine and shadow.
{{{{{Peace and grace to you, Gaye, someone who does know.}}}}}
ReplyDelete(Gaye) hugs and prayers for you, may you fond some peace and solace...
ReplyDeleteRhythm guitar playing is when the instrument is used in order to provide rhythm and accord to accompany a singer or other members of a group of musicians. Quite often you'll see a guitarist play rhythm to a lead guitar in a band. On these occasions it refers more to the kind of playing and not to the guitar being used, as these two guitars are very similar overall.
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