Make the most of your dash

A few lovely poems from today I thought I’d share with you.

The way Norma lived her life and the kind of person Norma was, is exactly the kind of person I’d like to be and am going to be.

Live your life the way you want to, and not to worry about what other people think. To live a happy and fun life doing what you want to do and following the path you choose to follow.

I always remember this was the way Norma was, and I’ve realised I learned that from her (and others) too. She’s helped shape who I am and how I think and she must have touched so many others in her dash of a life too. 🙂

When I Am An Old Woman I Shall Wear Purple

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat that doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me,
And I shall spend my pension
on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals,
and say we’ve no money for butter.

I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired,
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells,
And run my stick along the public railings,
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people’s gardens,
And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat,
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go,
Or only bread and pickle for a week,
And hoard pens and pencils and beer mats
and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry,
And pay our rent and not swear in the street,
And set a good example for the children.
We will have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practise a little now?
So people who know me
are not too shocked and surprised,
When suddenly I am old
and start to wear purple!

Jenny Joseph

Norma once bought me a hat, from Mongolia or somewhere she visited. It was hand knitted, woolen and itchy and it was just right for the cold Aberdeen winters. It had a big bobble on the top, and flaps for over your ears. I looked pretty silly in it, but I didn’t care. It was the hat that Norma had chosen for me and given to me, and I loved it. I still have it and must look it out. 😉

The Dash

I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on her casket from beginning to the end.

He noted that first came the date of her birth and spoke of the following date with tears, but he said what mattered most of all was the dash between those years.

For that dash represents all the time that she spent alive on earth and now only those who loved her know what that little line is worth.

For it matters not, how much we own, the cars, the house, the cash,
What matters is how we live and love and how we spend our dash.

So think about this long and hard; Are there things you would like to change?
For you never know how much time is left that can still be rearranged.

If we could just slow down enough to consider what is true and real
and always try to understand the way other people feel.

And be less quick to anger and show appreciation more
and love the people in our lives like we have never loved before.

If we treat each other with respect and more often wear a smile,
Remembering that this special dash might only last a little while.

So when your eulogy is being read with your life’s actions to rehash…
Would you be proud of the things they say about how you spent your dash?

Linda Ellis

Be who you want to be, and make the most of your dash. 😀

Finally here’s the song that was played today: Hoppipolla (which means jumping in puddles in Icelandic! – nice touch).

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=hnAwPeqrdAk

Here’s the translation: http://underthegreenhill.blogspot.co.uk/2005/11/jumping-into-puddles.html?m=1

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