After we left the ruins of Penrith Castle we made our way down through the town to St Andrew’s Parish Church, described perfectly by Sue Vincent here at The Silent Eye.
Now Sue has described the church beautifully in the above article, so I am going to show some photos and leave you some poetry of my feelings of the place .
The church felt
Dressed bright for Christmas
I was at once at home
Though not all of our number
Felt the warm and soft vibrations
Strange, animosity and fear
What different feelings were given here.
Please don’t lay me in the ground
Where spinners and giants can be found.
Gravestones tell their tales
Of poets, families and a centurions travails.
There be giants there too
Every word I say is true.
So as the dusk began to grow
We knew it was time to go .
And later to meet and share a meal
To discuss the day and how it made us feel.
More thoughts from The Silent Eye‘s : The Full Circle : Finding your way home, weekend in Cumbria.
Female, wife, full time mother and Grandmother. I am not as happy go lucky as I used to be but I am still bubbling along on simmer! I have three handsome sons all grown and flown.The youngest married with a beautiful wife and two sons of his own. Eleven years ago I was working, running a home, driving and socializing then bang in a split second all that was gone. I had an accident at home. I broke my back, not for the first time, I had broken it 10 years previously as well. Unfortunately this time I had broken it really badly and it was truly messed up so I had to have two operations. I was told before each operation that the outcome could mean I spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair. Still as some guy once wrote "I am still standing " yes "better than I ever was " not quite but with the help of a walking stick and as long as I do not stand or sit in one position for too long, I am still standing! Update I no longer use the walking stick . I had lots of friends before the accident but when things like this happen, you loose most of them. Their lives move on and mine stood still and so they left me behind ...I know that is just the way life is but it hurt and always will. Then I looked around and saw those who were still there for me, these friends are the roses in my garden they need to be tended well. They are the diamonds in the dust, I will of been married 50yrs plus this year . Pain and boredom are my enemies now, I have to find different ways to approach life, use my pain befriend it almost...yer right , well that is what they tell me at the pain clinic ROFLMAO ...... if only I could! I have found an outlet for my fears, frustrations and night terrors . I have started writing poetry if that name can be applied to my writing. I hope I do not come over as a moaning winger. I hope I am past all that. I also hope that you might see how the poetry is moving from very dark through the grey and
hopefully in to light ??
I need to update this a little here. I have worked very hard over the years since my accident, I go to the gym regularly, I have a Pilates class and a core class once a week . The guys at the gym and my Pilates teacher cajoled, teased, bullied and encouraged me to abandon my walking stick! :) My back is no longer straight it is C shaped because of the injury and I have lost two and a half inches in height but my Pilates and Core teachers have helped me to stand up as straight and as strongly as possible. Pain and depression are still hanging on my arm but I have weapons to use against them and if I say so myself I cope well.
I have made lots of new friends, real diamonds. I am also very grateful for all the support and help I have encountered here on Wordpress. Hugs and welcome to everyone who visits.
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23 thoughts on “At Andrew’s Parish Church and Graveyard”
Beautiful photos Willow. After reading Sue’s post and then yours I have to agree with don’t bury me there either…a great post from you Willow.
Thank you Hélène I truly loved this weekend, I hope my posts portray this 💜
They most certainly do!! I gives me a sense of the place too while viewing the photos and reading your words.
Thank Hélène, I am glad that, that is so.
Thank you for sharing your thoughts and feelings on this church and its grounds, Willow. I am so glad you enjoyed the weekend …and you seemed to ‘feel’ quite a lot 🙂 x
I really did Sue and you explain the history so well I feel I can share my feelings without repeating the fabulous facts you do so well. 💜
Thanks, Willow. I would much rather listen to feelings than facts any day 🙂 xx
Me too but facts are interesting too💜
They are ❤
Especially when you tell them 💜
Reblogged this on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo.
Thank you Sue
💜 wonderful sis!
Thank you Sis 💜 t
Nice photos and a great companion post to Sue’s.
Thank you Trent 💜
A beautiful church and wonderful words. Merry Christmas.
Thank you John and a very happy Christmas to you too💜💜
Reblogged this on Lyn Horner's Corner and commented:
A beautiful historic church.
Thank you Lyn 💜
Sounds like you are very empathic, sensing the unseen, Willow. Beautiful photos – and I can imagine the history there! ❤️❤️
It was truly amazing Betty . Incase I have not already said I hope you and the family have a wonderful. Christmas 💜💜💜