Today I really noticed that Mother’s Day cards were abounding. Ads for what to get “your Mother” are everywhere to be seen.
Mother’s Day is such a complex day. Ok, on the surface it celebrates the roles of mothers with cards perhaps lovingly made in schools and a handmade present. Perhaps the Dad or another relative has reminded the teenage child that a card is essential. Perhaps they all cook a meal and celebrate the day together.
Perhaps for some women who have never experienced the privilege of motherhood, Mother’s Day is a day for curling up underneath the duvet and indulging in chocolates while allowing the tears to flow freely for those hopes and dreams which were never to be.
Perhaps Mother’s Day is another reminder of the child who is missing. The hopes for the future again unanswered. Perhaps a child has distanced himself, mentally/ physically or both.
Perhaps for the mother whose child has died, Mother’s Day is a public reminder of the void that can never be filled in her heart.
Perhaps Mother’s day is a reminder to a mother, that because of illness she is no longer able to be a mother and sometimes her child has to be her carer.
Perhaps the mother doesn’t recognise their child as a result of illness. The laughs which would have been shared can never be shared as the mother retreats from the world.
Perhaps Mother’s Day is a reminder to a child, even an adult child, that the mother who should have nurtured, cared for and protected never existed for that child.
On the morning of Mother’s Day, I always raise a cup to those mothers who are suffering that little bit more because of the day that is in it.
Perhaps we as women could go a little farther this year? Perhaps we could send a card, ring or call to a mother who is hurting on this year’s Mother’s Day.
Have you ever come across a saying or a quote which exactly sums up numerous thoughts which you have? Not only does it verbally say exactly what you want said but it immediately conjures up an image.
A few days ago, I “visited” Appletree Crafts via Facebook. Appletree Crafts is a one stop shop for everything quilting. A question was posed “What is the favourite part of your sewing routine?” among the many replies one just stood out for me………
” Learning new techniques feels like adding to my utility belt of skills.”
Wow what a brilliant image. It really resonated with me. I could so visualise the concept. Learning a new skill is so exciting and mastering it is when I dance around the craft table. What about dancing around with a utility belt…….
This sums up for me what crafting is all about. Gathering new skills, learning new skills, enhancing established skills and adding them to this belt with pockets where one can dip into as the need arises
I have been playing around with the idea. When it comes to fruition I will share but until then I hope this will suffice.
Abby, I hope you approve.
For those looking forward to the days lengthening and the coming of spring. This poem was written by Paula Meehan.
The first warm day of spring
and I step out into the garden from the gloom
of a house where hope had died
to tally the storm damage, to seek what may
have survived. And finding some forgotten
lupins I’d sown from seed last autumn
holding in their fingers a raindrop each
like a peace offering, or a promise,
I am suddenly grateful and would
offer a prayer if I believed in God.
But not believing, I bless the power of seed,
its casual, useful persistence,
and bless the power of sun,
its conspiracy with the underground,
and thank my stars the winter’s ended.
In an article for www.writing.ie “Thoughts for Budding Poets” Liz Cowley says and I quote “…poetry shouldn’t be like medicine – hard to swallow but good for you”. I totally agree.
Liz Cowley is one of my favourite poets Her work is so accessible. She can make the most mundane seem important. That together with the laughter which mingles with the often-tough topics of everyday living is what makes reading her poetry so enjoyable.
Liz Cowley opens the article “Thoughts for Budding Poets” by suggesting that many people are poets but are afraid that that we would be embarrassed by our ramblings/ scribblings. That those scribblings would not be good enough. Perhaps she is correct and that there is a poet in all of us just waiting to get out.
Why Put Off Things
Why delay? Why put them off –
the things we could have done before?
Why is it that we hesitate
and what is it we’re waiting for?
Why don’t we do things sooner?
Why do we often hesitate
until the day it’s much later,
it’s suddenly become too late?
Taken from the book “And Guess Who He Was With” by Liz Cowley
Did you know that today was No Interruptions Day? Nor did I til my internal alarm clock went off at 3.00am. Bored with the usual sites I decided to see if December 29th held special significance.
I found that today was the day for sorting out your workspace without any interruptions. This involves clearing out unwanted items. Sorting out those “must do” lists and doing or discarding the items on them. Perhaps they are no longer “must do”.
Perhaps moving the work station to have a different view of the world? Turning off phones, internet connections and have no interruptions.
I have to admit that I found myself laughing out loud. My imagination just ran riot imagining work places being totally overhauled. Work stations being turned around. Perhaps desks being painted? People totally reorganising and in the process creating total chaos.
What about those who work from home on this ” interruptions day”? Perhaps they have a family and with school out can they really have a”no interruption” day?
This idea is similar to “Tick Tock Day”. Yes, there is such a day. Again, it’s the idea of finishing tasks which have not been completed. Or perhaps a goal which has not been achieved.
So, if you have nothing to do today……
via Daily Prompt: Confess
I confess that I am not a fan of making resolutions at a particular time of the year. I do like to set challenges for myself which are achievable. Life may intervene and these challenges can sometimes be deferred. However I prefer to set these challenges at a time which has been determined by me and not foisted on me.
In the northern hemisphere generally academic years begin in September and October so for me starting something new in Autumn feels right. Starting something new or setting new targets at Easter for some reason also sits well with me.
I like winter but starting something new just seems to jibe with me. Starting something new in January just seems a little forced or is it perhaps that I am not ready for these resolutions?
No I just don’t like all the hype about new year resolutions. So no I won’t be making any new year resolutions. I will not be looking back on 2017 to see what I have not accomplished. I will remember and toast family and friends and be exceedingly thankful to have them in my life. However New Year Resolutions will not be part of the start of 2018 for me.
It is Christmas morning. A rainy mild Christmas morning. No one is stirring and there is a stillness about. Perhaps it is to do with the fact that this is an adult house now.
It is lovely to savour this slower beginning.,to remeber some of those warm precious memories of other Christmas mornings.
On this mild Christmas morning it is wonderful to have the time to be thankful. To be thankful for the memories others have provided over other Christmases.
As a friend said to me one ” to be able to savour an experience is something very precious”. And she was totally right.
I hope you are able to savour this day and add it to your memory bank.