Monday, 18 March 2013

March Simply a Moment

In the past, I may have mentioned how much I love the sea. Living close to it as I do, it's never far away from my thoughts. Even on the wettest, windy day, it has the power to be uplifting. There is a certainty to it as it ebbs and flows, the sun and moon dictating each high and low tide as the Earth rotates.

Sometimes, it can make you feel small as it's waves crash over the harbour wall and at other times, fill your heart with it's wonder.

This, was one of those moments


There are some beautiful moments captured over at Trimming the Sails this month. I am sure Alexa would love you to join in and share Simply a Moment. We all enjoy reading about them.

Have a good week.

Sunday, 10 March 2013


Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.
                                                            
                                                                     Robert Browning


Setting out on the adventure that is motherhood back in 1976, could never have prepared me for how I felt on that day in 2006 when my daughter delivered my first grandchild. I was overpowered with emotion. 



I was there... at the birth... in my home. Just her husband, two midwives and myself lost in the wonderment of witnessing my daughter giving birth. 

Here in the UK it is Mothering Sunday and, to celebrate the occasion, I have created digital pages of my three grandchildren that I am having printed and framed to give to my daughter. I have chosen to take a photograph from each month of their first year. 


 First granddaughter

 Grandson


Second granddaughter - to be continued!

When I was making up these digital pages, I was struck by how many similarities there are between the grandchildren in their first year. They are such individuals and yet, their lifeline appears so strongly. On that momentous day in 2006, I remember thinking a lot about my own mother, my grandmother and the many women that make up my ancestry, the remarkable continuity of life. 

Today, I would like to honour them all and to wish my elder daughter A very happy Mother's Day.

And, to Mother's everywhere, I wish you the happiest of days.

Sunday, 3 March 2013

Precious Indeed

How did we get to the first Sunday in March? The usual way, I imagine! At least it provides me with the opportunity to join Sian and the gang for Storytelling Sunday Three over at From High in the Sky. For 2013, there's a twist to the storytelling: write about something precious, if you so desire.

Few things remain from my childhood. A fire at my mother's house stole away most of the memorabilia I had collected well into my teens. However, these few books survived.



They are among my most prized possessions. These books represent the person I was striving to be, and the person I became. I loved learning. I am still learning. New things. Every day. Looking back, I can still remember how I felt and how proud the family were of my achievements.



The Geography Prize -The World We Live In - was awarded for an essay I wrote about a school trip to Staithes in North Yorkshire. It was my first time away from home, an exhilarating adventure. You can imagine my recent surprise, while watching television with my grandchildren, when Staithes appeared on the screen in a programme called 'Old Jack's Boat'. The grandchildren were excited that I had visited Staithes (where the programme is filmed) and I love that it looks unchanged. The school stayed at a youth hostel on top of a cliff that overlooked the bay and estuary. Such freedom away from home. I don't remember crying or asking to go home, although others did, but I do remember how sharply I missed my brother. I wanted desperately to share the experience with him. I even used up some of my pocket money pennies to phone home to gabble it all out before we got cut off.

These books evoke in me, not sadness for a time gone by but gladness that I recognised even back then the importance of learning and the never ceasing wonderment of being enchanted by the world around me. Precious memories indeed.

Do pop on over to From High in the Sky. You will receive a very warm welcome.

Thanks for stopping by.