Most of this week has been grey – very grey with rain. I suppose I could have found some joy in the fact that at least it wasn’t snow. I also did enjoy the memory it gave me of living in England many years ago. I loved my two years in London and still keep […]
Taken from “The Aeneid” – “Of arms and the man, I sing.” OK it’s a poem celebrating war, struggles, conflicts…..what else is new? I rarely make resolutions, because I hate failure!! However, this year (2022) a knitting friend of mine shared a post on FB about a “Joy Jar.” Well, maybe it wasn’t actually called
“When troubles come, they don’t come as single spies, they come as in battalions.” So yes, when my husband died, I had to deal with a myriad of tasks in a very short space of time. I had to – 1. Contact a funeral service to deal with his remains and carry out a cremation.
Now, that I have written of my husband’s passing, I can now write about all the mis-steps along the way. There was: First, the complications of Covid that delayed appointments from March until May. In fact, it wasn’t until July 8, 2021 that he received his Cancer diagnosis, a full 4 months after the onset
Our writing word this time is “light.” It’s the word I have given, mainly because at this time of year, I need light!! I know we collectively, do a wonderful job of creating light in our winter darkness. We decorate our houses, our trees, our pathways, with a myriad of sparkling colours, to give us
…..our word today is “scale.” It’s a word that my writing partner has chosen for our writing challenge. Well, this, for me, will be a challenge indeed. Yes, it’s a simple word, but the scale, that physical measuring device, was the single most import element in my life from March 2020 to October 2021. It
I have always loved Fridays. When I was teaching, it was the end of the week of a commitment to a job that gave you enough money to enjoy a few days off at the end of that week. Friday was the beginning of the weekend – time off to catch up. Yes, there was
….I have finally finished the memory quilts (more like accent throws) for the twin beds in the “large” room – everything is relative. I am now working on a quilt for my daughter’s room. The needlework keeps me busy; I don’t have to watch the assault to everyone’s intelligence on Netflix et al…and I get
…… My writing partner has given the next challenge – “My Stuff.” It couldn’t come at a better time. The change of seasons always makes me re-examine “my stuff.” This would be the bits and bobs, flotsam and jetsam of a life spent grappling with the creative process. I know creativity takes many routes, all
