Posted by Mara Eastern

I'm a sardonic blogger, snapper, scribbler and rhymer; a virtual space invader who indulges in cheerful negativism, morbid self-deprecation and bleak humour.


  1. on the wrong side
    of tomorrow, looking back…
    wondering how
    I arrived
    so soon

    “future regrets” (written this morning), seems to go with your photo.

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    1. What a beautiful poem! It’s a perfect fit with the picture. I found it quite heart-breaking when I saw this elderly lady honouring her deceased at the designated lawn where ashes are scattered at the local cemetery.

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      1. That was my reaction to the scene also, Mara. My father was the cemetery caretaker in our town (I worked many summers as groundskeeper’s assistant). I think he knew everyone buried there–at least relatives and history, if nothing else. I think that’s where we learned how to be present and to listen, working under him. Grief, even if the one who grieves does so apart, should have a witness.



        1. That’s a fascinating story! And I couldn’t agree more: we should live in the present, there’s no point in dwelling in the past. Though of course we shouldn’t forget our dead either.

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