28-10 2019 06:49
wrote:
I first met Marielle when I came over from Sri Lanka to work at ILEIA - she would drop in to have a chat with Bert Lof and there was always a joke and laughter. Through the years at ETC, I remember her as a person with huge dedication and commitment to RUAF. She was one of the several ETC colleagues who worked at a distance, living in France, and whenever she was in Leusden, her days were packed.
I remember going with her and Rene to make a presentation on a proposal at DGIS and Marielle being very nervous about it. But when she got up there, her's was the best presentation. She knew her onions.
As a lover of nature, I would like to dedicate this poem of John Clare to her:
"All nature has a feeling: woods, fields, brooks
Are life eternal: and in silence they
Speak happiness beyond the reach of books;
There's nothing mortal in them; their decay
Is the green life of change; to pass away
And come again in blooms revivified.
Its birth was heaven, eternal it its stay,
And with the sun and moon shall still abide
Beneath their day and night and heaven wide"
May her soul rest in peace.
28-10 2019 06:49
wrote:
I first met Marielle when I came over from Sri Lanka to work at ILEIA - she would drop in to have a chat with Bert Lof and there was always a joke and laughter. Through the years at ETC, I remember her as a person with huge dedication and commitment to RUAF. She was one of the several ETC colleagues who worked at a distance, living in France, and whenever she was in Leusden, her days were packed.
I remember going with her and Rene to make a presentation on a proposal at DGIS and Marielle being very nervous about it. But when she got up there, her's was the best presentation. She knew her onions.
As a lover of nature, I would like to dedicate this poem of John Clare to her:
"All nature has a feeling: woods, fields, brooks
Are life eternal: and in silence they
Speak happiness beyond the reach of books;
There's nothing mortal in them; their decay
Is the green life of change; to pass away
And come again in blooms revivified.
Its birth was heaven, eternal it its stay,
And with the sun and moon shall still abide
Beneath their day and night and heaven wide"
May her soul rest in peace.
