Very uplifting ceremony, what Joyce would have wanted (only missing
were the dogs)
We're holding a Paddle Out for Joyce here (Central California), and for
those who don't surf, a Hands & Paws on the beach so you can still toss
your leis for her.
If anyone would like details, or just to stay in touch:
Sandye 👣 & The Border Bunch 🐾🐾🐾🐾
[email protected]
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 sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle Autumn rain
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the sweet uplifting rush, of
quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry...
I am not there, I did not die
Clare Harner 1934