Witness
Jessie told me she chose happiness. Thirty-nine years ago. She was sorting her husband's papers when the words of a poet fluttered to the floor.
He drew a circle that shut me out––
Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout.
But Love and I had the wit to win:
We drew a circle that took him in.
Edwin Markham (1852-1940)
Jesse forgave him for taking his life. She erased the image of him floating in the water below the falls. And, at ninety-two, her countenance shines as she recalls his beauty.
posted by Gemma Grace at 21:26
10 Comments:
Oh, so poignant. Who is she? I am glad she remembered the beauty.
Thank you for this. A pwwerful reminder that choice is possible. (And what a lovely poem).
Oh!
Thank you.
That is really lovely Gemma. What a strong and beautiful soul. Thank you so much.
:-) That was a delight to read, even without knowing the story.
This is breath-taking.
Thanks All :) Jessie is an amazing woman! I've had the pleasure of spending time with her recently. Having faced many difficult times in her life (her husband's descent into mental illness and consequent suicide, for instance) has polished her soul to a brilliant lustre. Her eyes dance with sparkle. She also expresses (and acts upon) an open-hearted intuition and open-minded clarity. Jessie welcomes new experience with delight ~ she recently started taking accupuncture and shiatsu massage to help soothe the pain from arthritis.
I met Jessie through my parents. Jessie recently met my Dad when he returned to church after a ten-year 'hiatus'. Jessie told me she was drawn to him because she could sense he was feeling very sad on the inside and she knew he needed her. She was right... and she has done him a world of good!
Oh... the 'falls' was Niagara Falls.
Gemma Grace
I have looked back at your site several times and I have not known quite what to make of it, except that the photographs are lovely and you seem to be a happy spirit.
This evening I am all keyed up, trying to recover from my brother's death last summer. It is definitely an enormous crack in my sidewalk.
Thanks for the photograph, and the concept of being able to relax again some day.
Lucy ~ May the soft winds of gentle comfort warm your heart and ease your tender sorrow.
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