I have been really remiss with my postings, and, I must say I miss sharing my thoughts, musings, findings, passions and general hotchpotch. I have the last of my girls turning 21 in a few days time. I seem to have a knack for creating traditions that come back to plague me. When beloved first born turned 21 I made her a scrap book containing 21 years of photographs and memories, so, when 2nd beloved daughter turned 21 the same applied, and now, I have beloved daughter number 3 also needing a scrapbook! (Thank heavens – no more beloved daughters!)
Needless to say trawling through 21 years of photos has had a profound effect on one. Our photographs have been religiously catalogued, albumed and annotated by my husband and are a wonderful history of our lives and adventures.
Looking through the albums there was joy, fun, highs and lows, friends, family (some no longer with us), discoveries, so many adventurous things we did together and the girls growing older with each album. I realised that those times are becoming less frequent as each of them makes their own lives and creates their own special memories with their special friends and in time their own families. It also put me in mind of how brief our time here is, and that we only have one chance to make the very, very best of the gift we have been given.
This brought to mind a poem shared with me – it came as – ‘(Just a little gift on a lovely day)’. Val had no idea how appropriate it was.
….I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
With your one wild and precious life?