not a day goes by without me thinking of her in one way or another.. whether it be by burning incense she sent me, or the butterflies she sent me may waft in the wind, or I might wear the shawl that SweetPea sent me.. I might see a blackbird in my garden... or I might chatter to her as I work in the garden and sometimes I still read her blog.. gasping with grief because at that moment I miss her more than anything..... (if you go back a few days ago, to the post where there is a purple type orb thing... I do believe that it is a sign from Daisy... Gemma reminded me that Daisy's favourite colour was purple)....Daisy has influenced me alot lately.. and only the other day, when Janet remarked that my post was very similar to the way Daisy had written.. did I realize, that I have emulated Daisy's life... I loved her life so much, I wished that my life was like hers in the UK, wished so much, that it has become mine - I have manifested her life here at Inglewood.. well almost.. as I was working in my garden, I thought of how she absolutely adored Dene Cottage, how she loved her garden and enjoyed cooking, and was content with her daily routine.. how she loved to walk around her area and tell us about it... the list goes on... and that is exactly how my life is now.. I am thoroughly content 'with my lot'.. I love my life.... and then I remembered how she laughingly said in an email to me 'that many people think that I waft around in a flowered dress and floppy hat and Robyn, I must set them straight".....
and here is what she said:
~ so you see, that is exactly how I feel about my life.. it could be me writing this now, not Daisy writing it over 2 yrs ago...... ~
my dear Daisy Lupin - I still miss you
(and I still think it's not fair that she died before i met her in real life)
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
William Butler Yeats, "The Stolen Child"