ancient art of death
final thoughts turned to the ‘now’
bringing life to life
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Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
I love this photo! Great haiku as well! Live in the now. Don’t leave things unsaid.
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Thank you… the tree was one of many in a little hidden grove 🙂
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Great eye! You’re welcome 🙂
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🙂
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So few words. So much meaning.
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I hope so, Paulette…
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Reblogged this on Ed;s Site..
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Thanks, Ed.
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♥️
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Love this poem. It’s the reality of living!
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It is… and with such confines, life is precious.
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Indeed.
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Wonderful recursion, Sue.
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Thank you, chel.
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What a beautiful photo Sue, great Haiku as well. KL ❤
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Those were wonderful, magical trees in that little valley…
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This is a very positive message, Sue.
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A true one too…
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Beautiful and wise (like you). 💗 Love the photo. I want to hug that tree.
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It is a very huggable tree 🙂
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Beautifully expressed, Sue. I’ve never thought of death as an art, but I see it. Light and love to you, dear one!
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It inspires so much artistically… and iy=t should be seen as much as an art as that of living.
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A lovely picture
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Wonderful Sue. Loved the picture too.
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Thanks, Di…the valley of dancing trees…
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it’s lovely.
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I fell in love with it… all light and greeen moss, on the edge of the Chatsworth estate.
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Wonderful and wonderful old tree. We have one near us like that – I persuaded the people who were clearing the field NOT to take it down. I think it’s a walnut!
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I have no idea what this one is, but I loved the way it dances…
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Are you winding down, lass?
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I believe so… but hopefully not quite yet awhile…
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That’s a beautiful old tree – it looks a human transformed with arms aloft!
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The whole valley is full of dryads dancing 🙂
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Sounds right up my alley… I need to pin the location, just in case I ever get over there. 😉
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Chatsworth… the grounds nearest Baslow of the hillside 😉
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Thank you!
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🙂
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Yup – just as dying, decaying things bring life to roots and earthworms – ashes to ashes, dust to dust, just doesn’t, to my mind, honor our living life, even in death, in the FULL circle of never ending ‘Life” – but well – – as always, you said it best, better, in way fewer words that I typed, in agreement with you! 😀
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank youu for the reblog.
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