In the last while we got to spend some time out and about in the country for my daughter, Sio, who recently married in London. They plan to come back and celebrate their marriage here in South Africa next year because they have lots of family and friends here. We were tasked with the job … Continue reading Zeverwacht: Out in the Country.
Life after Kids
We Took the Plunge…
Yes we finally booked our one way flights to Edinburgh, Scotland this last week. We are going to live in a small village in Melrose. We will have rolling hills and farms surrounding us as Melrose is in the Scottish borders. For those of you who don’t know last September we decided to move to … Continue reading We Took the Plunge…
The Conversation (inspired by the painting Iona Landscape: Rocks by Samuel J Peploe)
A short note to my writing group: On seeing this painting, Iona Landscape: Rocks by Samuel J Peploe I could write about visiting Iona 25 years ago; of receiving a book written in the 1800s and passed down to me, from my Scottish Aunt about Iona history; about the fact that my grandmother was a … Continue reading The Conversation (inspired by the painting Iona Landscape: Rocks by Samuel J Peploe)
Picnic Excursions and Finding Wool.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KAUHDKcIAvc Here is one of my first InShot video/slide shows which I created especially for you to view here on WordPress. It shows some of the landscape where we drove this weekend as well as some of the wool/yarn I saw at Natural Yarns, Imhoffs Gift. This weekend we enjoyed a picnic along the near … Continue reading Picnic Excursions and Finding Wool.
Friday Comfort:
There is a powerful connection between our emptiness and our ability to welcome it. Henri Nouwen. Friday used to be family day in our home but now it is our friendship day. Whatever brings you joy I hope that you will experience those comforts; be it family, friends, or some special ritual that uplifts and … Continue reading Friday Comfort:
Reflection: Observations about growing older: ears and eyes.
Jasper, Canada, photo by Derek Noffke, 2014 Athabasca Falls, M Noffke, 2014 Being able to see and hear the sights and sounds in my life bring me joy. I am grateful for sight and hearing and don’t ever want to take it for granted. These are senses that most of us are given from birth; … Continue reading Reflection: Observations about growing older: ears and eyes.
Sitting quietly is a gift.
I acknowledge the long unexplained silence As I sit upon my patio Gazing at my foresty-garden: Autumn rains it's leaves in gusts of winds Pitter-patter to the ground In the lull, like the in-breath, a leaf drifts Down to touch the ground Like a little foraging bird. Leaves leaving the branch akin to letting go. … Continue reading Sitting quietly is a gift.
December 2021 check-in
I wonder how you are all doing now that it is almost the end of the year. My blogging ground to a halt when I started the Art of Individuation course which I had hoped to give you some more feedback by now. In the last week of the course our plans for moving crystalized … Continue reading December 2021 check-in
We All Have to Wait for Something.
https://churchwritinggroup.files.wordpress.com/2021/09/waiting-anette-swensson-2.jpg Waiting: Anette Swensson Waiting for an answer or diagnosis can be excruciating; especially when the outcome could really be something you are not looking forward to; something that is quite final. It’s a bit like sitting on an empty train station feeling alone and like the next train has been delayed: time hanging heavily … Continue reading We All Have to Wait for Something.
A Postcard Stirs up Fond Memories.
https://churchwritinggroup.files.wordpress.com/2016/11/gwen_john_a_corner_of_the_artists_room_in_paris_cardiff.jpg Painting by Gwen John, a corner of the artists room in Paris. A Postcard Stirs up Fond Memories. (This was first written for the my group of writing friends in response to the prompt of the painting by Gwen John , A corner of the artist's room in Paris.) The image of the empty … Continue reading A Postcard Stirs up Fond Memories.
Morag Noffke 
