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Not how did he die, but how did he live

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smiling man and woman doing the conga dance
Dancing the Conga
 Not how did he die, but how did he live?
Not what did he gain, but what did he give?
These are the units to measure the worth
Of a man as a man, regardless of birth.
Not, what was his church, nor what was his creed?
But had he befriended those really in need?
Was he ever ready, with word of good cheer,
To bring back a smile, to banish a tear?
Not what did the sketch in the newspaper say,
But how many were sorry when he passed away.

Author Unknown

Sharon Gordon Celebrant Stourbridge

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The Glory Of The Garden

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 OUR England is a garden that is full of stately views,
Of borders, beds and shrubberies and lawns and avenues,
With statues on the terraces and peacocks strutting by;
But the Glory of the Garden lies in more than meets the eye.
For where the old thick laurels grow, along the thin red wall,
You'll find the tool- and potting-sheds which are the heart of all
The cold-frames and the hot-houses, the dung-pits and the tanks,
The rollers, carts, and drain-pipes, with the barrows and the planks.
And there you'll see the gardeners, the men and 'prentice boys
Told off to do as they are bid and do it without noise ;
For, except when seeds are planted and we shout to scare the birds,
The Glory of the Garden it abideth not in words.
English Garden

And some can pot begonias and some can bud a rose,
And some are hardly fit to trust with anything that grows ;
But they can roll and trim the lawns and sift the sand and loam,
For the Glory of the Garden occupieth all who come.
Our England is a garden, and such gardens are not made
By singing:-" Oh, how beautiful," and sitting in the shade
While better men than we go out and start their working lives
At grubbing weeds from gravel-paths with broken dinner-knives.
There's not a pair of legs so thin, there's not a head so thick,
There's not a hand so weak and white, nor yet a heart so sick
But it can find some needful job that's crying to be done,
For the Glory of the Garden glorifieth every one.

Formal English Garden

 Then seek your job with thankfulness and work till further orders,
If it's only netting strawberries or killing slugs on borders;
And when your back stops aching and your hands begin to harden,
You will find yourself a partner In the Glory of the Garden.
Oh, Adam was a gardener, and God who made him sees
That half a proper gardener's work is done upon his knees,
So when your work is finished, you can wash your hands and pray
For the Glory of the Garden that it may not pass away!
And the Glory of the Garden it shall never pass away

Rudyard Kipling
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Live in the moment

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what is living in the moment?

To live in the moment, or now, is being conscious, aware and in the present with all of your senses. It means not dwelling on the past, nor being anxious or worrying about the future

Living in the moment is not always easy. Our thoughts are full of regrets about past events and anxiety about the future. This makes it difficult to enjoy the present.

how to start living in the moment

Here are some simple strategies that can help. Try to focus on them throughout your day. Create a mindfulness cue, learn to meditate, perform random acts of kindness.

  • Train your mind to focus on the current activity.
  • Engage in, and feel what you are doing. Enjoy the process.
  • Learn relaxation techniques in order to be present in each moment.
  • Take notice of your surroundings – sights, sounds, smells, ambiance.
  • Listen attentively to the conversation of others, music, even silence.
  • Savor your food and drink. Taste each morsel.
Close-up of Red Poppies and tall grasses in the field
Enjoying the Poppies in the field – living in the moment

Start small. It’s tempting to completely overhaul your lifestyle, but you don’t need to make big changes to start living in the moment. Start by developing new habits one at a time. Once you feel like you have mastered a habit, add something else.

benefits of living in the moment

  • Improved concentration. Less distractions and improved focus and concentration. You can focus on the present moment for longer periods of time.
  • Improved effectiveness. You become much more effective and get more things done in less time with less effort.
  • Increased relaxation. No thoughts of worry about the future or regret about the past as your mind is focussed on the present. You are relaxing into whatever you are doing.
  • Direct-felt experience of reality. Focussing on the now, the stories in your head start to fall away, and you start experiencing reality directly, without labels. You stop thinking that something is “good” or “bad”, and start noticing life in a fuller way.
  • Outmoded beliefs fall away. Beliefs that no longer serve you come to your attention when you stop labeling what’s going on. Those beliefs will fall away little by little.

do it your own way

The simplest way for me to live in the moment is when I am walking with Casper my dog in the local countryside. Or meeting with a family to talk about their loved one and then being fully absorbed when I am crafting the Ceremony. Find your own way – it could be a hobby that absorbs you. Or when working in your garden, playing with your children or doing a simple daily task.

My Dalmatian Casper enjoying his walk in the countryside and living in the moment
Living in the moment with Casper

I usually remind those that attend my ceremonies that life is lived moment by moment. Enjoy the simple moments by immersing yourself fully into them.

If you would like to talk to me about my Celebrant Ceremonies please do CONTACT ME here. Sharon Gordon Celebrant Stourbridge

Poems and Thoughts

A favourite poem

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Delicate white flowers on a single stem. Pure and simple elegance.
White Flowers – pure and simple

Do not stand at my grave and weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

Mary Elizabeth Frye

Sharon Gordon Celebrant Stourbridge

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miss me but let me go

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When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me
I want no rites in a gloom filled room
Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little, but not for long
And not with your head bowed low
Remember the love that once we shared
Miss me, but let me go.
For this is a journey we all must take
And each must go alone.
It's all part of the master plan
A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick at heart
Go the friends we know.
Laugh at all the things we used to do
Miss me, but let me go.
White flowers in a white enamel jug. Epitomise the joy of summer
Beautiful White Flowers to Remember and Celebrate
When I am dead my dearest
Sing no sad songs for me
Plant thou no roses at my head
Nor shady cypress tree

Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet
And if thou wilt remember
And if thou wilt, forget.
I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not fear the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on as if in pain;

And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.

Janice Fair-Salters

Sharon Gordon Celebrant Stourbridge

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