https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n_NeiRdJsk4 Here are some photos of my transition from living at Rondervlei Nature Reserve in South Africa while recuperating to living in Lilliesleaf, Scotland, my new home for now. Background information. Originally Derek and I were set to both moved to Scotland on the 8th of August but due to an ankle injury I had … Continue reading A Belated Update: I am officially living in Scotland since 8th September.
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Visiting Amsterdam
A short post. Originally Derek planned the flight to Edinburgh with a long layover at Schiphol airport so that we could explore Amsterdam. So he spent a lovely day there on his own, first meeting up with his nephew, and then he went for a boat trip on the canals. The boat is called a … Continue reading Visiting Amsterdam
Update on my Mother
Recently my mother found out that the pain in her ankle that she has been dealing with for 30 years (!!) is actually very serious and if she didn’t have an operation soon her ligament might be worn through and she would lose the ability to use it. However the good news is that the … Continue reading Update on my Mother
Affirming who? Ourselves: Are you crazy?
Yes, I mean affirming yourself; affirming myself. I think a lot of us know about affirmations but don’t really apply this idea because deep down many of us don’t feel our worth or adequate or good enough. It's as if we feel we don't deserve to be affirmed. Many of us suffer from a fear … Continue reading Affirming who? Ourselves: Are you crazy?
Zeverwacht: Out in the Country.
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.
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)
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:
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.
Scottish Thistles and a New Adventure.
https://churchwritinggroup.files.wordpress.com/2021/10/thistle-in-a-field.jpg Thistles in a Field, by Fidelia Bridges Here is another short story for the group of writing friends I belong to, inspired by this painting as a writing prompt. Scottish Thistles and a New Adventure. The Scottish thistle is the symbol of my adventuring journeys as that is where my father came from. My … Continue reading Scottish Thistles and a New Adventure.
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.
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