tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456857068476095225.post7135341577672933213..comments2023-05-21T05:56:57.842+01:00Comments on mindfulness and mortality: The possibility of a quiet death on the Northern Linegloriamundihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12476712899700515223noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456857068476095225.post-89787324554415210052011-09-29T12:55:44.968+01:002011-09-29T12:55:44.968+01:00Pleased it worked for you CB, thanks. I doubt Will...Pleased it worked for you CB, thanks. I doubt William would have regarded it as the purpose of his Tube journey that morning, but looking back on it again, I more and more feel that he brought to me a very valuable experience. I was fortunate to be there. And I've just rememberd that when Railman went to leave, and Mrs Bill thanked him, he said that it was a privilege.A true and graceful thing to say.gloriamundihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12476712899700515223noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456857068476095225.post-1434190182204894442011-09-26T13:59:19.079+01:002011-09-26T13:59:19.079+01:00That was indeed a beautiful tale GM - the poem the...That was indeed a beautiful tale GM - the poem the icing on this most hear-warming of morsels. I especially loved your words 'strange and delicate little cargo'. A wonderful description of a short moment of closeness. Thank you! xNicolahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14312328482392883614noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456857068476095225.post-42227551959024799612011-09-24T22:17:56.869+01:002011-09-24T22:17:56.869+01:00Oh, poor, poor person and partner.
Pleased you lik...Oh, poor, poor person and partner.<br />Pleased you like the poem, Arkers, he's snapped out a few that sharpen one's focus nicely.gloriamundihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12476712899700515223noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456857068476095225.post-37337133273344098552011-09-24T16:08:25.930+01:002011-09-24T16:08:25.930+01:00Really like that poem, I empathise with it.I know ...Really like that poem, I empathise with it.I know someone whose partner died on the loo in a train and went up and down Britain for a day or more I think.arkayeffhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09863542411248361164noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456857068476095225.post-44743508954740990222011-09-23T08:40:20.884+01:002011-09-23T08:40:20.884+01:00Less one - just like that. Death is everywhere, ye...Less one - just like that. Death is everywhere, yet "where I am, death is not, and where death is, there I am not."<br /><br />A brush with the absolute certainly can tone one up....<br /><br />No doubt you were unshaken - my guess is those around her were all v restrained and sensible?<br /><br />Thanks Ru.gloriamundihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12476712899700515223noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456857068476095225.post-39235821761314987382011-09-23T07:13:34.527+01:002011-09-23T07:13:34.527+01:00Beautiful GM,
Funny, I was just thinking last nigh...Beautiful GM,<br />Funny, I was just thinking last night about a similar experience I had on a train. I was standing in between carriages as the train was so crowded and I locked eyes with an old lady sitting in the seat facing the door. She smiled, then clearly died. Someone opposite leaned forward, touched her, fetched the guard, who radioed ahead. When the train reached Reading, an ambulance crew were waiting by where the door stopped. She was taken off in moments, the train not even delayed for more than one minute. Then we were off again, less one.<br />Thanks for the poem.Rupert Callenderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08889311204045362950noreply@blogger.com