A Pillow Book
I wanted a blog to reflect my life and, as with most people, I do and am many things, so decided to create a Pillow Book. It will have thoughts, ideas, observations and little snippets of my day to day life. So, thank you Empress Consort Teishi....... I bow to you and your great work and hope, in some small way, mine might be great too.
Friday, 29 April 2011
Do you cry at weddings?
I never have, but today I cried and really I don't know why. I wasn't there, I didn't know anyone involved, I am at heart a Republican, yet I cried. Big salty silent tears rolled down my cheeks. They started when Kate stood at the door of the Abbey and held, so tightly, her dad's hand, then again when William turned and told her she looked beautiful. Ditto, when the Bishop of London spoke, and finally gulping sobs whilst trying to sing along to Jerusalem. What is wrong with me? Luckily I was alone, but really? Is it because I am 46 and hormonal (am I peri-menopausal) could that be the cause? I don't think so. To be honest I think it is that on days like this, I miss people that are no longer with me, I long to hold my dad's hand, to watch the coverage with my Gran, to call my aunt in America so she can tell me what 'The Dames of the British Empire' got up to. But above all I am a romantic, I believe in love and marriage and watching two people who seem to be in love, declare that to the world, tugs at my heart, makes me have hope in the world. Because in the end I know this to be true, no matter who you are, what you have, at the end of the day love really is all there is....
Monday, 25 April 2011
Time passes quickly....so what's new? But really it does. Not five minutes ago I was sewing felt bunnies with names on and hiding eggs in the garden and now? Well, daughter no 1 said 'no chocolate, please' and son was working daughter no 2 said 'egg hunts are a bit lame' but still ate chocolate for breakfast! So, for me a sadness, at the passing of time and the loss of childhood and a wish that my nieces lived closer when, on phoning my brother, I heard squeals of delight from their garden. However, all was not lost as I cajoled my girls into a walk in the local bluebell wood and my heart swelled with love at the sight of them frolicking in the perfumed loveliness and dappled light of the ancient little spot of Dorset. They too squealed with delight at the discovery of a den than some others had constructed......childhood is never lost, it just changes shape a little.......