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The Flower that Shattered the Stone

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It's October 1st. In just over 2 weeks time it will be the tenth anniversary of John's passing and I want to do a page to mark that event.
October always makes me feel sad. It's not just John. It's also the end of summer and, beautiful as autumn is, I find the shorter days hard as I suffer with winter depression.
I'm not so bad as I used to be. When I was young I suffered depression really bad. My dad died when I was 15 and, as an only child, I was left alone with my mum who had manic depression. We had also recently moved to as strange place and it was hard for several years. My depression was often like a big heavy stone weighing me down.
I was just beginning to come out of this when I discovered John's music.
 With John's music I learned how to turn my feelings around when I was sad. I began to see new meaning in life and to rediscover the old meanings. I suppose you could say that John's music was the flower that shattered my stone.

I do find it incredible the way John pops up in my life when I am least expecting him, often giving new meaning to things I have taken for granted for years.This summer my husband and I spent a day, as we do every August, vising my home town of Shrewsbury and the beautiful flower show that is held there annually.

Part of the show's tradition is music, and, after a lovely time wandering around the flower and craft tents and buying plants for the garden at the stalls, we settled down beside the arena to listen to the music. As the soaring tones of the Maestag Male Voice Choir began to fill the evening, I was relaxed and happy. As usual, this day had been one of the highlights of my year.

The choir came to the end of the song they were singing and a man dedicated the next song to all of the lovers in the audience. Imagine my surprise when he said the song was called 'Perhaps Love'! I was floating on air as I listened to their beautiful rendition of John's song. The harmonies were exquisit and, as they sang, a ray of sunlight shone across the arena, the one bright interval during a cloudy evening. As if that wasn't enough, a few minuites later they announced that their next song was 'The Flower That Shatterred the Stone'! Before they did this song they told of how they had performed it at The Eden Project the previous year and how appropriate that had seemed as that place had been created from an old Cornish quarry and was now a place fully of fowers and blossom. I don't think they had realised that the same was true of where they were singing it now as Shrewsbury's Quarry Park, where the flower show is held, was also originally an old quarry beside the river, and has been transformed into a flower filled paradise. It was such a wonderful place to hear that song, especially for me as I have known it all of my life and played there as a little girl.

The Eden Project, too, is a place of beautiful memories as we visited there last year. I am sure John would be so happy that his music had been performed in that place dedicated to the environment.

The choir performed John's songs with such beauty that we decided to buy the CD that had 'Perhaps Love' on it. Every time I listen to it I am transported back to that evening.

When we are depressed we say we fell low. No matter how low I feel John has always lifted me up, right up to the clouds and beyond. John's music is filled with images of flight, real and metaphorical.
At the same flower show last year there was a Spitfire flying high above the showground and it reminded me of the song 'The Higher we Fly' and of the beautiful poem that inspired it written by John Gillespie Macgee a young Spitfire pilot. How sad that he died only a few short months after writing that poem, but what a wonderful gift he left to the world and John, too died in a plane crash and left the world the wonderful gift of his music.

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