Candle Burning Forever in My Heart

Crystal Michelle Fallin Bookmark Psalm 23

Sunset Memorial Crystal Michelle Fallin

I Heard Your Voice In the Wind Today

In Loving Memory

Crystal Michelle Fallin

Crystal Michelle Fallin Celebration of Life

Crystal Michelle Fallin. Click Link

Celebration of Life
at Striffler Hamby Edgewood Hall,
September 7, 2019 11:00 a.m.

“I am the Soft Stars that Shine at Night” - Loving Memory Crystal Michelle Fallin

Do Not Stand at my Grave and Weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there; I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond glints on snow,

I am the sun on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's rush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there; I did not die.

by Mary Elizabeth Frye

In Loving Memory

Crystal Michelle Fallin

The Heart is Never too Full of Love - Loving Memory Crystal Michelle Fallin

“As the ocean is never too full of water,
so the heart is never too full of love.”

In Loving Memory
Crystal Michelle Fallin

Angel Flying too close to the Ground - Loving Memory Crystal Michelle Fallin

In Loving Memory

Crystal Michelle Fallin

She's In the Sun, the Wind, the Rain - Celebratiom of Life Crystal Michelle Fallin

 

She's in the sun, the wind,

the rain, she's in the air you

breathe with every breath

you take.  She sings a song

of hope and cheer,  there's no

more pain, no more fear.

You'll see her in the clouds

above, hear her whisper

words of love.  You'll be

together before long, until

then listen for her song.

by Cindy Martino

Loving Memory

Crystal Michelle Fallin

June 19, 1984 Newnan, Georgia

August 18, 2019 St. Martin Island

"How Does a Moment Last Forever" - Loving Memory Crystal Michelle Fallin

How does a moment last forever?

How can a story never die?

It is love we must hold onto

Never easy, but we try

Sometimes our happiness is captured

Somehow, our time and place stand still

Love lives on inside our hearts and always will...

How does a moment last forever?

How does our happiness endure?

Through the darkest of our troubles

Love is beauty, love is pure

Love pays no mind to desolation

It flows like a river through the soul

Protect, proceeds, and perseveres

And makes us whole

Minutes turn to hours, days to years then gone

But when all else has been forgotten

Still our song lives on

How does a moment last forever:

When our song lives on

Heaven's New Angel - Crystal Michelle Fallin

I will always Love you baby girl!  You are a part of my heart.  You were a beautiful free spirit that always walked to the beat of your own drum.  Heaven has a new angel tonight.  I know you are with your grandma at heaven's eastern gate. She said she would meet you there someday.  You are now in God's loving care. 

Loving Memory

Crystal Michelle Fallin

June 19, 1984 -August 18, 2019

Plants in the Mist

The plant grows in the mist and under clouds as truly as under sunshine." 

--William Ellery Channing

Like the seed that has lain in the ground all winter, in spring it will begin its springtime dance into new life.  One who is higher than I leads me through this dark land.  I am moved along in steady and unseen ways into new life.

Healing After Loss

Martha W. Hickman

The Moment of Creation

Beavers take dead branches, sticks, twigs and leaves and create a new purpose and breathe life into the decaying wood and debris. They are engineers as well as artists in gathering and building these structures. Creation is recycled and the beaver dams provide shelter and become a home for their young. 


Creating works of art fulfills you and is a positive uplifting outlet for your emotions.  Whatever the wounds that have to be healed, it is the moment of creation that assures us that all is well and that we are still in tune with nature and our surroundings. Creating something like a journal, poem, a drawing or painting, a splendid photograph helps me to work through grief and connects me back to something I enjoy. Photography is my artistic outlet and creating images of nature into wall art, cards, albums and blogging is my therapy. Like the beaver, I recycle nature into my own artistic creations.

Footprints On the Sands of Time: A Life's Journey

 Footprints on the Sands of Time - A Life Journey of Mary Lee Smith Brown

I made a photo journal of my mom's Life Journey.  The link above will connect you to the book on Shutterfly and you can review the entire book.  Click on the book image and then click full screen.  Since it is 106 pages, it will take a few moments to come up.  You can play it as a slide show or individual pages.  Enjoy!

 

Rhythm of a flowing River

"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.
By Alfred Tennyson


I am renewed and refresh every time I visit the forest, mountains, rivers, and wildlife.  There is a rhythm of hope in every sound of nature. Nature's rhythm is music to my heart.

The Earth is My Sister

"The earth is my sister.  I love her daily grace, her silent daring, and how loved I am."  The cycle of the seasons is alive with the promise of rebirth.  Creation is a mystery and so is death.  But there are promises, that we are the children of God.  "In Life as in death, we draw our power from the same source." 
Quote:  Martha W. Hickman, Healing After Loss

My mother loved the cycle of the seasons.  She knew about the death and rebirth of her garden and flowers every year.  She nurtured and watered her flowers daily. She had faith and believed in God's promises of everlasting life for those who believe in him.

Monts-Valin National Park

"The wind blows where it wishes, and you hear the sound of it, but cannot tell where it comes from and where it goes.  So is everyone who is born of the Spirit.  John 3:8

The Trees

The Trees


by Phillip Larkin


The trees are coming into leaf
Like something almost being said;
The recent buds relax and spread,
Their greenness is a kind of grief.


Is it that they are born again
And we grow old?  No, they de too,
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain.


Yet still the unresting castles thresh
In fullgrown thickness every May.
Last year is dead, they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.

Mary Lee Smith-Brown with her granddaughter Angela in Cherokee County, Ga.  She loved the Smoky Mountains.  She had Cherokee Indian ancestors, Augusta Cole and Mourning Brown who lived in the Great Smoky Mountains of North Carolina.

"Mary Hillhouse Flowers" Greeting Cards

I love photography and my mom loved gardening and growing flowers.  I am doing a project connecting our mother-daughter love through photography.  I have designed a greeting card collection featuring the flowers from my mom's garden "Mary Hillhouse Flowers".  The collection consists of 8 5"x7"photo cards featuring three flowers on the front.  I also designed notecards featuring her day lilies. They are being printed by Shutterfly and I am also printing my own photo cards. Several years ago, I had greeting cards professionally printed as a gift to her featuring her flowers and she was very proud of her cards and she loved sending cards to family and friends.  During her battle with pancreatic cancer, I sent her cards of encouragement with her favorite flowers.

 

A photo of her watering her flowers and garden beds.  She took loving care of her flowers and the yard was full of blooms and birds.