The last few days I’ve posted the amazing (at least I think so, but I may be a little bias) spots (Control and Control BTS) that Swanson Studio put together with me. Through the whole experience working with them, this poem from Dylan Thomas has really been speaking to me, and has become a bit of a personal mantra.
A week ago, yesterday, was also the 1 year anniversary of my mothers passing. Honestly, that was difficult for me to type. They say most everything becomes easier with time and that just hasn’t happened yet, for me. While her memory is still forefront and there is grieving in unexplainable ways, I take solace in knowing that she, did not go gently into that good night.
Read through, my hope is you’ll grab ahold of a spark as well.
“Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
And if you haven’t watched “Control” yet, please do.