Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar."
Today is a sad day.
Someone I work with -- a wonderful lady -- lost her husband in the night. He was terminally ill, but I'm sure neither of them expected it to be quite this sudden. I'm told it was peaceful in the end. My prayers and thoughts go out to my colleague and her son. What a terrible loss.
I've quoted Tennyson's poem only because, having been to hundreds of funeral services (I worked for my father-in-law who was the local undertaker), one service by a Royal Naval Chaplain always stands out when he quoted this poem. It's beautiful and very poignant.
Ordinarily, I would have written about my start to the day, and what I've got planned but I don't feel that would be appropriate. All I'll say, is that having listened on the way to work to Michael E Gerber narrating his brilliant book, Awakening the Entrepreneur Within, I'm suitably inspired to start fleshing out my book. Also, having read on Wednesday a blog post by Steven Pressfield, I know now what I need to do in order to make sense of all the 'ideas' for my book. Rather, as in the past, of diving in and writing I'm going to spend however long it takes to flesh it out before writing. I'll update you on my progress.
I'm off cycling racing again with 'H' over the weekend, so hopefully I can be excused if I don't write here again until Monday.
Have a good weekend.