Tuesday, June 6

The Weekend in Thoughts




Waking up on Sunday morning to discover the news that there has been yet another attack on British soil. Innocent people enjoying a night out with friends, family and loved ones; mingling in the warm air of the city. Only to then find themselves being targeted and their lives put in danger by 3 assailants. My thoughts and prayers go out to these people, along with those who were killed and injured in the Manchester attack only 2 weeks ago. The courage and strength of the police, paramedics and others who helped those at the scene are truly remarkable. 

It truly is in times like these when you reassess what is important to you, and as clearly visible from the solidarity shown in both Manchester and London, love has an ever growing presence in those affected. Even when it is pouring down with rain, even when the winds are blowing gails forcing your umbrella to turn inside-out; we must reassess not only ourselves, but the way we view the world in its totality. The rain is beautiful. The wind is almighty. Even in times of darkness there is light. This is why I wanted to share a poem with you about the rain by Sara Teasdale from WWI, a time where darkness was all-encompassing, where even the rain was a pleasure for the human imagination and eye. Rain is something we take for granted, instead of rushing through the rain to prevent our hair from getting wet, we should we running out into it's glory and embracing the cool spots of water on our skin.

I hope you enjoy the poem...


There will come soft rain and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; 

And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white; 

Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire; 

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly; 

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn
Would scarcely know that we were gone. 

Kate xo

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