Tree of Life

SONNET #30
by: William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

HEN to the sessions of sweet silent thought

I summon up remembrance of things past,

I sigh the lack of many a thought I sought,

And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:

Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,

For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,

And weep afresh love's long since cancelled woe,

And moan th' expense of many a vanished sight.

Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,

And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er

The sad account of fore-bemoanèd moan,

Which I new pay as if not paid before.

But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,

All losses are restored and sorrows end.









My friend Connie passed away on Sunday in Porterville, California; she wasn't much older than I am. Too often the plight of those of little resource and unable to speak for themselves is so sad. Try as I might getting through to the hospital and rehab facility was a futile fight, much as it was when Gary's father was hospitalized there years ago.




The tree of life in the first photo was made by Connie;  the tree is about 15 inches across and was made to hang on the wall. The bluebird was also made by Connie. Connie and I met at the local college where we used take clay classes together in California. Connie is at peace in clay heaven now.