time will come

When I have seen Time’s fell hand defaced

The rich-proud cost of outworn buried age;

When sometime lofty towers I see down-razed

And brass eternal slave to mortal rage;

When I have seen the hungry ocean gain

Advantage on the kingdom of the shore,

And the firm soil win of the watery main,

Increasing store with loss, and loss with store;

When I have seen such interchange of state,

Or state it self confounded to decay,

Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate

That Time will come and take my love away.

This thought is as a death which cannot choose

But weep to have, that which it fears to lose.

Shakespeare Sonnet 64


Looking back on the movement of time over this past year it is worth reflecting a while on what has gone before.  A year of love, loss, change, grief, joy, and every moment choosing anew to live this life just as it unfolds.


For many of the families I have had the priviledge to be of service to this past year, the year has included the great loss of a precious child, and for the some even more than one, from the newly born, to adolescents on the brink of adulthood, and includes the very recent loss of a dear young boy I had the joy in helping care for at home these past nine months, who waited until Christmas had just passed before he too took his leave from this world, leaving a family, like many others, with beautiful memories and trying to make sense of it all.  This search to make sense of our world may be that which enables us to keep facing overwhelming circumstances anew, even as we wish to turn away from them and have them be different.


A visit this past week to Helen Martin’s Owl House in Nieu-Bethesda was a fascinating and unsettling reminder of how we all try to make sense of our particular experiences and world view, bring light into the shadow parts, and reflect our desires outwardly, and how some of us, at the extremes, fail this journey, even as we strive desperately in the expression.  The Owl House visit will probably find its way into many more posts in the next while, such is impact of her work and struggle.  A visit that left me with a reminder to accept the struggle, the difficulty, the shadows, the fear “that time will come and take my love away”, and be grateful for the light, for the passion, for the joy and the love.  Grateful for a capacity to meet the journey this life offers in its unfolding.


Thank you for taking the time to meander through my blog musings these past four months, and for the many kind responses I have received here and personally from around the globe.  If anything I write inspires you to take more time and care with your every moments, to be more present for those you hold dear, to be mindful, courageous, compassionate, loving and kind, then that is enough for me to continue this vulnerable journey of musing in public and making sense of my life and thoughts in this form.


May 2013 bring you many blessings, peace, joy, and the capacity to face your life with passion and live to the fullest.  If you don’t already know the Great Secret, it’s worth repeating – this life will end for all of us one day, so be sure to live it fully.

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8 Responses to time will come

  1. Sue says:

    DearTrish. Thank you. Your blog tonight has had such an impact on me. I an struggling with my mum who is very ill and whose time left is now so very precious! Your musings on “time will come” have been an inspiration and have brought to me tonight a sense of grounding and and a special kind of balance. With my love and best wishes for 2013 xx

    • Dearest Sue, my heart aches with you at this precious time with you mum, even in all it’s struggle. Ira Byock, a palliative care physician, writes eloquently about The Four Things That Matter Most in our life and relationships. Wisdom he has learnt from his dying patients. Wisdom you and I have also learnt over the many years of doing this work, but the intimacy of facing this with our own family is at times so much more intense than we could have imagined. The four things to say I think apply to each one of us, even if our relationships have always been smooth. The four things : Please forgive me; I forgive you; Thank you; I love you. Keeping you and your mum in my thoughts and wishing you many blessings for this year of 2013, with all it’s loss and love. Trish xx

  2. Dear Brenda, that soul of yours is so beautiful in all the work you do with the families. Wishing you a year of health, energy, and much love. Trish x

  3. Brenda Herbert says:

    Trish, I love your blog..it speaks to my soul so often and your way with words expresses for me what I cannot say as well as you can. Thank you!

  4. Bert Hasselt says:

    Dear Trish, please go on with your beautifull way of being. Reading your blog encourages me to live truthfully and to invite all those aspects of life which are there but not always welcome. Accepting this human truth, how difficult that may be, gaines my sense of freedom.
    Blessings for you and your beloved ones for 2013

    • Thank you Bert. Wishing you and your loved ones too much ease this year of 2013 as you travel the road of living truthfully and being open to all that is present. A difficult and honorable endeavor for all of us. Trish

  5. stephen liben says:

    Amen Trish.
    With Metta,

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