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

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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