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Category Archives: Motherhood
My Mother’s Hands
A repost of an old poem in honour of Mother’s Day here in the UK… perhaps more poignant this year than ever… I see my mother’s hands before my eyes The first caress that I had ever known, And … Continue reading
Crafting the Future…
“…Change and change in the perspective of self-realization; the kind of change that has its source in mental and emotional maturity and the understanding of the deeper meaning of life.” My son looked up the symbolism of the dragonfly on … Continue reading
Posted in Motherhood, Photography, soul, Spirituality
Tagged choices, create your own reality, dragonfly, inspiration, making dreams come true, manifesting reality, wisdom
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On the eve of Beltane…
It is Beltane Eve and, every year, the same few things come back to me… There is the battle between the Winter King and the Summer King that I loved as a child, from William Croft Dickinson’s Borrobil, the number … Continue reading
Posted in family, Humour, Memories, Motherhood
Tagged birth, birthday, pregnancy, premature
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Mixed messages…
“… so older people are more at risk?” I could see the wheels turning. “How old are you now?” I told him. His eyes widened. “When did that happen?” I mentioned birthdays and their usual function of adding a year … Continue reading
A touch of sun…
Taking advantage of an almost dry day, where the showers had done little to wet grass that was being dried by a rare bit of sun, I mowed the grass. I can’t call my squishy quagmire a lawn, not by … Continue reading
And so it begins…
His face was a picture; one that blended paternal pride and prescient panic with that fearful uncertainty common to fathers of daughters everywhere. “She’s going on a date…” “I’m just going out to dinner,” said the blonde bombshell, rolling cornflower-blue … Continue reading
Thank God it’s Monday!
I’m too tired to write, ’cause I had a lie-in, You might think that the two wouldn’t mix, But after a weekend from Hell with the pond I was ready for crossing the Styx. There was panic on Saturday morning … Continue reading
Posted in fish, Humour, Motherhood, Photography, Poetry
Tagged ponds. leeches, rhyming verse, weekend
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There’s even an app for that…
The air was redolent with incense with a vague hint of coffee and Indian chai masala. Outside, the birds were singing in the unexpected sunshine. A monkey screeched from the depths of the bed covers, stopping the conversation in mid … Continue reading
Posted in Humour, Life, Motherhood
Tagged apps, Darth Vader, meditation, mindfulness, roadrunner, smart phones, spirituality
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Why You Shouldn’t Miss the Moment by Teresa G. D’vall
Uncle Wiggly is a board game introduced by Milton Bradley in 1916 and themed around a rabbit who does a lot of hopping through the forest for reasons I no longer recall. My mother played it with me as a … Continue reading
A night of clenched teeth…
From the archive… Evening… and it is cold outside. The prospect of a long wallow in a hot bath is irresistible… My daily ablutions are generally rapid and efficient rather than luxuriant, but the bathtub and the little scented luxuries … Continue reading