I have to find another path. Divine my own future. One uniquely mine. Not a page from someone else's book. Not a fate that begins and ends on page one.
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You don’t have to go home but you can’t stay here

I started this blog as an outlet for my grief. It was a thing I did for me. I never thought that everybody I know would read it. Why anybody wants to read this is often beyond me.

Lately I have been getting criticism from my friends & family about things I write about. I might have hurt peoples feeling inadvertently or have had my own feelings misconstrued. This thing that I was doing for me has turned into me really monitoring what I say and trying to dance around how I feel about being a widow.

After talking this over with M and some close friends I have decided that I am going to take a vacation from blogging. I don’t know what I want to do, but I feel like I don’t want to share myself for the time being. I’ll still be around; it’s just not going to be personal moving forward from here.

Thanks for playing along at home.
Laela

But I’m holding on to a single lucky charm

I went to visit Rob today.  Instead of grass, like everybody else, Rob has clover growing all over his plot.  It was the most pleasant of surprises.

I’ve always felt the three leaf clover represented my little family.  If ever I was to get a tattoo that is what it would be of. The three of us together (Rob, Laela, & M) maybe ordinary to everyone else, but it makes me lucky.

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Tom Hiddleston reads When You Are Old by W. B. Yeats

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

April is National Poetry Month! Check out this poem by acclaimed writer W.B. Yeats as read by actor Tom Hiddleston.

  • Track: When You Are Old by W. B. Yeats
  • Artist: Tom Hiddleston
  • Album: Tom Hiddleston Reads Poems
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