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summer remembered

and the joy of sharing

Corfe Castle

Corfe Castle

Studland beach on a rainy day

Studland beach on a rainy day

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holidays with loved ones

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A place

Bluebells for a baby,

blossom strewn along a path.

I hear whispers in the wind

of many years ago- long past.
Never know to me or you,
alive in memories alone.
sibling silence shakes the branches of
this silent late May storm.
Wind blown ashes in the grass roots,
buried deep beneath our skin.
Tight in rosebuds, deep in sinews –
every raindrop, pause and song.
I mark the spot – you are remembered,
with our steps we walk your way.
I scan the words of love and family,
oft’ united: come what may.
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the nature of it . . .

…love that is.

I find myself reading about it and commenting on posts that resonate.

In response to this line…..

may we shape our lives into a lifetime of love (www.67paintings.com) I wrote simply that I liked it and now I find myself here and writing on a day and a date that are meaningful to me. It is a day like all others that started and will shortly end, but it carries meaning that is mine to hold and keep safe.

In response to Millie’s love meter post  http://momentswithmillie.wordpress.com)

I wrote….

Just as long as we remember too that there is no limit to love: there is no limit to how many or how much…..as you say by being open to the possibility of it surprising us.

So at the end of a day that did not stretch, but simply passed and was colored somewhat grey for me, due to the unseasonably cold May weather – I find myself in need of creativity and meaning and so I am attempting here to write just a little about the ‘nature of it.’

…love that is and perhaps a little about beauty too if you will indulge this whim to weave some creative spark into my BEing at the close of day.

I commented on http://tuesdayswithlaurie.com in response to her question: what is beauty to you, that to me it was – a pleasing and restful – perhaps gracious place where I rest my eyes for a while and feel warm inside doing so.

so here I am musing about the expanse of love and the uplifting nature of beauty

Perhaps if I were able to somehow join those 2 treasured words together, I would lay my head to rest tonight and BE content and the grayness of a cold May day would drift away with my dreams.

These few words and this picture

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are for my Dad.

There is enough love and enough beauty in expressing that alone to let me sleep at peace with me.

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Friendship is a precious word

A week ago today I had the beginnings of one of those bothersome throats and body aches that you get when the seasons change and our bodies respond. I couldn’t go to my Halloween party and no refund sadly as the champagne had all been pre-ordered! Ah well.
What was more important to me was making it to Devon to have a few days away with one of my dearest friends. She was driving down from Yorkshire where she was being ‘Mum to her Mum’ at a difficult time for the family as someone they all loved dearly was very sick.
It wasn’t an easy journey, feeling poorly: add driving rain and soon total darkness and it was not an easy drive. However I was determined to go, as the days away with a friend were more important to me than anything else. It didn’t matter that I would be nursing my aches and sore throat. I could do that with her as we simply enjoyed the comfort we always take from sharing each other’s company.

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We settled into our few days of chat, gentle walks, hot chocolates, log fires and together created shared memories.
This was interspersed with many calls home by my friend to check on her Mum and as her job was to ‘look out for’ her Mum, my job was to ‘look out for’ her: as I observed the pain of these conversations troubling her.
An early morning call was one she was not surprised to get with the news of the death of a beloved man.
We gathered our things, collected our memories and left our lovely cottage that had once teemed with the family of a local fisherman.
I drove home to my son and she headed north once more to be with her Mum.
She did what she needed to do and I did what I needed to do because that’s what we do. Not only do I know this but more importantly I know that we are all in the space and place in our lives everyday that we are supposed to be in.
If you allow yourself to sit quietly with that thought and take comfort from  it: you will . . I promise . . find that it is deeply comforting.

I hope you like the selection of photographs here too which reflect the space and place I was at last week with my very dear friend.

Appledore

Clovelly

Harlands Point

Appledore on the day Hurricane sandy was raging over the atlantic

Appledore looking towards the Atlantic

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