“On this Day” Repost – I don’t do Math

I may have mentioned once of twice my favourite FB feature – NO?  Oh, well it is “on this Day” – and on this day in 2014 I wrote the following post.  Strangely enough, today my FB feed has been full of posts of a similar nature; learning to be, living in the moment, being happy.  The Universe does work in mysterious ways – and it pays to pay attention unless you want a kick up the backside.

*****************************

What does it all add up too?
the seconds of my life,
count them off in gratitude,
daughter, sister, mother, wife.

No number can ever tally,
the measure of our worth,
the answer is in living well,
each day upon the earth.

Advertisements

G & T (Gratitude & Thankfulness)

Nope, never drank Gin – or Tonic.  🙂

I read a delightful post today from Kat over at  Dandelion Fuzz about Thankfulness and it has prompted me to do my own.

I am grateful today for:

  • being woken at 6.30pm by my 7 month old grandson, hearing his burbling and seeing his smiling little face as I gave him his bottle.
  • seeing the sun rise – the light was magical
  • being able to share my silliness with my 2 wonderful children, and they don’t get embarrassed by me (or if they do, they don’t admit it!)
  • having a camera, so that I can create photos that I enjoy (and remember those moments for much longer than my brain usually retains things for!)
  • instagram – makes sharing my photos fun, and seeing other peoples amazing photos is fabulous.  It wasn’t so long ago I was not a fan of instagram, I couldn’t see the point of it (and I still don’t understand why you would have a profile full of selfies every second shot, did you forget what you looked like?)
  • my morning latte coffee – the only cup I have each day – it may only be Nescafe, but I enjoy it (I just wish they would bring back the Salted Caramel Latte version, it was super yum)
  • colour – I love it, from the subtle tones to the flagrant flares

gladiolicloud-highlights-1the-ram-next-door-3camellia-1

They shall grow not old …

Anzac Day.

I was trying to write something about this, but the words could not capture the shiver I get inside, the incipient tears trembling on the verge of falling when I say these words:

“They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.”       ~ Laurence Binyon

Although those words were written back in 1914, specifically about WW1, they mean more to me than that.  For over a decade, as my first employment, I worked with the Defence Department.  I worked alongside friends and colleagues who might one day be encapsulated by those words.   I remember the worry that I felt at the thought someone I knew might have to go to war, and that stays with me to this day.  I have a stepson in the Navy, and I worry quietly, for his wife, for his son, for his mother and his sisters, for myself, but mostly for him.  I want him to grow old, I want us all to grow old.

I try to imagine what it must have been like for those who did not get a chance to grow old, but I cannot.  I try to imagine what it must have been like for their loved ones who got that news, and I do somewhat as my husband died at 42, but he died surrounded by those he loved, not far away amidst a war.  I live in a country that is not at war.  I cannot imagine the suffering that they endured, that others still endure now in many, many parts of the world.

All I can do is repeat those words, with compassion, with honour, with honest respect and love, and let the tears fall.

From light into darkness
may they find the light again
a place of comfort and of happiness
where peace reigns

© ceenoa