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Life of Lu 20/09/2011


- Well, this week has been only what I can call an emotional rollercoaster.
It has been a week of laughter, tears, joy and sorrow.
But let me start with the joy and laughter.

This weekend we went to visit James' sister in Bedford.
I adore visiting this beautiful little family, 
I consider his sister as close as I would my own sister.
Truthfully.
They gave us a fabulous weekend.

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-Then we found out yesterday that someone very, very dear to our hearts suffered a heartbreaking loss.
This poem is for you.
I found it in a book.
You know who you are.
Remember how much we love you.
And that we are only a phone call away.

Do not judge a song by its duration
Nor by the number of its notes
Judge it by the richness of its contents
Sometimes those unfinished are among the most poignant?
Do not judge a song by its duration
Nor by the number of its notes
Judge it by the way it touches and lifts the soul
Sometimes those unfinished are among the most beautiful?
And when something has enriched your life
And when it's melody lingers on in your heart.
Is it unfinished?
Or is it endless?

- Finally, 
James has really gotten into John O'Donoghue's books.
He started with Anam Chara and has move on to a second one.
I have started reading Anam Chara and I am finding it amazing.
It is a beautiful, spiritual book that seems to compliment my own beliefs.
If you fancy a nice read you should give it a try.
You can find it here.



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