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here I am in a little cottage that evokes the energies of my ancestral lands - a cottage on the moors of Cornwall, or on the cliff tops of Ireland or Scotland. It has a hearth. I am a hedge witch {of sorts}. I wear upcycled clothes, patchouli oil and Redback boots. I am a gypsy; an eccentric and a mystic [I often live with a foot in two worlds]. I serve my guests, tea from an old silver teapot. I love Vervain, yarrow, chamomile & mint. Star watcher and Moon gazer. story cloth weaver. keeper of family dreams and wishes. good friend and creator of life. herbal tea drinker and potion maker.

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October 24, 2005

bitter-sweet heartache


I wasn't going to post until I got myself together but maybe it will help to get my feelings down.
I have an ache where I imagine my heart is - it hurts. I have a lump in my throat and I feel like crying. Then I have feelings of hmmmm just ok. then back to the flat feeling. I know this will pass.
I am not sad that my gorgeous gal is married - I am happy. But I am sad because that part of my life is gone. My new son in law Garth, is just what ever mother, dreams of for her daughter. He is kind, loving, patient. And good looking to boot !!! He absolutely adores my girl.
so I sit here & cry, like a crazy woman..... please surround me with loving thoughts for the next few days....
I will post about the wedding, I promise. Just bear with me.
hugs to each & every one of you

posted by Miss Robyn | 10:08 am

6 Comments:

Blogger Calidore said...

Hugs and prayers are being sent your way. Take your time coming down to earth - you have been on an emotional roller coaster for weeks getting ready for the wedding - of course you are bound to be feeling a bit up and down. Life will settle back to normal it just takes time.

PS The bride is stunning - how proud you must be of her.

2:14 pm  
Blogger Toni said...

I'm sending you a very big hug!!

3:37 pm  
Blogger Shirley said...

Sending you lots of hugs and love. Just think of all the years you have to come, with an extra member of your family, then there is grandchildren to look forward too. I wanted to say thank you for sharing your daughters wedding with us, I have a son so I am not going to get to be 'mother of the bride' but I enjoying going through it with you.
x

4:07 pm  
Blogger Boxwood Cottage said...

Awwwwwwww Robyn I can imagine feeling just like you do now if one day my daughter is going to marry.

5:46 pm  
Blogger Sharon said...

ms*robyn,

What can I say to ease your heartache... As trite as it sounds I have some idea to how you are feeling... When 'my mel' got married earlier this year I knew that life would never be the same - she was never coming home again... Mind you she and D had already bought and lived in their own home for two years before that... But somehow the wedding made it final - and although D is the most wonderful SIL I miss 'my mel'more than I can express... I felt as you did after the BIG DAY -this is when nuturing and pampering yourslf comes into play...Indulge yourself in your favorite things - and perhaps be a little wicked and treat yourself to something special... I wish I could be there and we could have a cup of tea and talk daughters... You take care now...

7:30 am  
Blogger HomemakerAng said...

My oldest turned 12 and I cant believe it! I will be so emotional when my children leave the nest. Bittersweet... I understand...

I feel this for I know i wont be having anymore babies... That part of my life is over.

btw: did it rain on the wedding day or not? I pray no, for I prayed it would not
homemakerang
angie

1:33 am  

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