21st Jan 2019
Today I'm joining the TTOT - Ten Things of Thankful . If you go to :
tenthingsofthankful.blogspot.com
you'll find others who are taking up the challenge.
I always find it difficult to get my life back on track in January.
It did occur to me that making resolutions at the beginning of the year is much too difficult , especially when you consider that we are usually tired with having lived through/survived the Christmas season. Now don't get me wrong I do love Christmas, but apart from Church involvement there's lot of socialising with family and friends and of course, the overeating and drinking too much. And, because, as a family, we keep the twelve days of Christmas, ie 25th Dec- 6th Jan, we are still celebrating when people are making their new year's resolutions. So, it doesn't quite work.
So my proposal is, let's start our new year at the beginning of February. It makes sense.
So, that's what I'm aiming for this year. It gives me a few more weeks to get myself together and get my head around what I might want to do to make improvements in my life in 2019.
I'm getting distracted. Here's my ten things of thankful :
1. For the daylight which is lengthening as each new dawn. This morning it was getting light at 6.45 where we live and in the afternoon yesterday it was after four before I had to put lights on at home. So, we're getting there. I love the journey into spring . Next month we'll have at least another hour of daylight. And then another two in march . I look forward to that so much.
2. Following on from the last one, I'm thankful for my eyesight that gives me so much pleasure. Even the colours as I look out of my window. The brown of the tress silhouetted against a blue sky, grey shadows of plants and fence on the green grass. The sun glinting off the glass in my husband's studio. A little robin with his red breast sitting on the fence.
That I can see the smile of my husband and my children and grandchildren.
On my birthday some of them came to visit and what a picture it was see them together around the table - healthy and happy.
3. I'm thankful that I'm fit enough to go for walks - legs still good. And I'm particularly thankful that I did an 11 km walk with my daughter and future daughter in law last Saturday, along the clifftop with the sea a glassy picture to our left ( well, to our right on our way back, obviously) and a beautiful view of Reculver Towers (look it up). It was such a precious time. We talked, laughed and encouraged each other. What happy memories we make
4. I'm thankful for the enjoyment of good books and that I belong to a book group that pushes me to try things that otherwise I might not. We've just read THUG ( The Hate You Give) by Angie Thomas. Unexpectedly I enjoyed it. Not something I'd pick up for myself. Before that I'd read and enjoyed The Tattooer of Auschwitz, which I thoroughly recommend.
5. Only at number five? Here we go then. I'm thankful that we have enough to eat, especially when I think that so many don't have much even in this country. Food banks don't seem to touch the tip of the iceberg. I would hate to think that anybody didn't have enough to eat.
6. And, along the same lines, I'm so thankful that we have a house (home) to live in. This time of year is deadly for the homeless, literally. Many die from being out in these cold months. But it's not just have a home, it's being able to afford to put the heating on , at least for a little while in during the winter. And those who need it most, namely the elderly, who spend the majority of their time indoors, are the ones sometimes, who are least able to afford to keep warm.
7. Only three more to go. Number seven , but actually first on my list, because it is just me. I'm so thankful for my faith. And for God who believes in me. Something a friend said comes to mind. Her son said I'm not going to pray, I don't believe in your God anymore, it's all rubbish. She turned to him and said, well, that's ok, because God still believes in you. Magic...
8. I am thankful for my parents and my grandparents who have gone before me. They have made me who I am . Some very special people there
9. I ma thankful for birdsong . I can hear it as I sit here writing and it cheers my spirit no end.
10.And I am hugely thankful for people creating blog posts like this one - TTOT - that I can get involved with and that wakes up my little grey cells.
So, thank you everyone. I can't wait to see all your posts and see what you are all thankful for.
Welcome to my blog. Grams is the name my first grandson gave me and it's stuck. My great loves: My husband, our nine children, twenty five grandchildren, four great grandchildren, my Faith, writing- prose and poetry - and travelling , especially in our camper. My posts are eclectic and I appreciate getting comments. So, please feel free to comment or offer advice on what you would like to to see more of.
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Monday, January 21, 2019
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Tuesday, April 3, 2018
Hope at Easter
3rd April 2018.
I am amazed to discover that I there have been over 40,000 visits to my blog!! Yes, I know, hard to believe, isn't it ? Well it's all down to you, my lovely readers. I feel I have let you down lately though with the frequency and quality of posts. But...
Last year I was doing the "Poem a Day In April" challenge. I can't do it this year but thought I'd just take a look back to see how I got on. Most of the writing I've not looked at since.
Here is the one from this day last year:
Past Bones
I am amazed to discover that I there have been over 40,000 visits to my blog!! Yes, I know, hard to believe, isn't it ? Well it's all down to you, my lovely readers. I feel I have let you down lately though with the frequency and quality of posts. But...
Last year I was doing the "Poem a Day In April" challenge. I can't do it this year but thought I'd just take a look back to see how I got on. Most of the writing I've not looked at since.
Here is the one from this day last year:
Past Bones
Keep hold of that thread,
Let it hang from ancestral bones
Giving meaning to who we become
Every movement has its reason,
Every movement has its reason,
The flower, growing in timely season,
Where what has been
Has come to this,
This, the softness of the present
This, the softness of the present
The delight of now
Hold on to that thread,
Portraying past bones
Portraying past bones
Though not too tightly
For, each moment inform's the next,
Each thread must be snipped,
Left behind
To free the mind
Comment:
Reading this in this season of Easter makes me think of the Hope that we have now with thoughts of the resurrection . Letting go of the past but not forgetting. Moving forward freely without letting the past hold us back. It has a certain sense of freedom to it.
Comment:
Reading this in this season of Easter makes me think of the Hope that we have now with thoughts of the resurrection . Letting go of the past but not forgetting. Moving forward freely without letting the past hold us back. It has a certain sense of freedom to it.
Monday, December 18, 2017
Lost In Autumn
18th Dec 2017
Lost In Autumn
Born in springtime,
mama tree pushed you out
a brand new bud.
delicate baby on bare branch,
you unfurled - sweet, sacred promise.
Life water and nutrients absorbed
from the blood of ancestors fed you
roots reached down into times unknown
you, in turn, produced sugar sap
nourishment for your tree.
In the rays of the sun,
you opened up,
danced and dallied
through the summer
of your life,
strong veins forming
your particular self shape -
you.
Happiness and hope you gifted
to those who wandered your wood
fruitful, filled, days,
some, satiated by your colour, your light
went away refreshed, replenished
you, only being yourself,
unaware how your warmth
touched those souls.
It was your time, your season -
with others you wove
a soft web of wonder,
waving from your branch ,
bestowing magic on all
who wanted to see.
So, when the cold came
and your green grew dim
Your sparkle diminished
it was hard to take.
Signs of yellowing
took us by surprise,
halted us in our tracks.
With shortening days,
orange specks appeared
and the weakening began
your edges getting brittle ,
other leaves falling
dropping to the ground
all around .
Suddenly
it was your turn,
reluctantly
you let go ,
fluttered to the earth,
you died in the autumn
as it was right that you should,
but it was hard.
Wednesday, April 22, 2015
Bulldozer
Day 23: 23rd April, 23rd Poem
The prompt was to engage with nature in your own area.
Bulldozer
Wind, tides,
Winter,
Built this body of
Beach
Sculpted,
Stone upon stone
A new form
Wild ,craggy,
Rugged
Boldly it looks out,
The horizon it's
Backdrop
Looked down on by the
Clock tower -
Ancient landmark.
Now, springtime arrives
Winds cease,
Shapes warmed - calmed
New season -
Now they come,
Bulldozer, tipper truck
Excavator -
Caterpillar tracks
Up and down
Mounds dug - moved
Leveled, flattened
Up - down
Past months
Adventure
Nature-
Ironed out
Up - down
Nature-
Tamed
The prompt was to engage with nature in your own area.
Bulldozer
Wind, tides,
Winter,
Built this body of
Beach
Sculpted,
Stone upon stone
A new form
Wild ,craggy,
Rugged
Boldly it looks out,
The horizon it's
Backdrop
Looked down on by the
Clock tower -
Ancient landmark.
Now, springtime arrives
Winds cease,
Shapes warmed - calmed
New season -
Now they come,
Bulldozer, tipper truck
Excavator -
Caterpillar tracks
Up and down
Mounds dug - moved
Leveled, flattened
Up - down
Past months
Adventure
Nature-
Ironed out
Up - down
Nature-
Tamed
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