~ Reflections ~

Harder  ~   Becky Hemsley 2023 The harder we love Means the harder we grieve The harder it is To go on when they leave The harder to sleep And the harder to wake To know they’re not here With each breath that we take It’s hard to look forward And hard to look back Stuck in the middle, Imprisoned and trapped Where the harder the darkness The harsher the light, The harsher this world That keeps spinning with life But when that world’s feeling So painful and hard And you can’t imagine Escaping the dark It might help a little To know it’s because The harder we grieve Means the harder we loved

The festival of lights (and dreams) recently went by. Most of us were busy buying clothes, cleaning up, shining our pots, cooking the annual delicacies (read sweets and savories). These annual activities are something most staying in India will relate to. As one grows up (read starts to grey), there is a melancholy associated with most of it. What my mother must be making... what we used to do when the children hadn't flown out of the nest... this time of the year makes us relive all the fun and joy of this time of the year. To me, this festival is all about cleaning, not just the dust, but trimming my wardrobe and home of things that haven't been used in a while. I feel it is important to trim down what one has to welcome the bounty that awaits ! Happy Deepawali !