“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 sun 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 circling flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.”—Mary Elizabeth Frye (via arsvivendi)
In life, there are many things that makes one feel alive. You could feel the wind on your cheek, bungee jump a hundred yards, be blinded by the scorching sun, etc. But to be moved by something as deeply as the thought of pure love, well that’s an entirely different matter.
I used to wonder if simply departing from my so-called haven would qualify me as someone would could carelessly crash a rehearsal and feel that surge of pride and gratitude for each and every one of you. Whether, it would qualify the waves of love and emotion that hit me, time after time.
For a moment, as we gave the usual rapturous standing ovation, it felt surreal. As though you and the ordeal were ten thousand mile — my heart skipped a beat. It’s pretty obvious that when it comes to coping with and catching up with life, it has never, and will never be easy, especially at this time of the year (not that I learn from my mistakes either). Too often we mix up our emotions and blur the line between what we want, what we think we should want, and what we have.
Thank you, SMC, for making me feel alive. For carrying each and every one of us, as many before have done. For singing me to this second home I am forever bound to, even if only in my shallow heart and mind.
To have beheld you all. Blissful night beyond words.
告訴您 您們讓我 感到心被竊穫了
您的歌聲 這麼迴腸蕩氣 又讓我魂縈夢繫 羈絆著我的心
[oh dear # you make me want to tear up again thank you for your kind, if little words]
"Your posters have been printed and mailed to you at the address you provided.
Once you receive your posters, take pictures of them out in the wild and upload the photos to the site with their locations.”
After several emails and a long long wait, it’s finally in the mail!!!!! Can’t believe it’s finally coming through, given that I sent it in over half a year ago. Absolutely cannot wait to receive it yesshhhhh
I swear that organizing things (I mean ALL sorts of things really) by colour will be my downfall someday. A very unnerving passion indeed crapp I was so tempted to chuck my mountain of textbooks off 8/F onto the highway and sip steamy horlicks in front of the monitor instead.
Patience and perseverence, my dear.
p.s. @mcterrier we should go on a shopping spree for supplies after 427