Sunrises & Sunsets

Sunrise or sunset?  Which do you think this is?  I am sure that if I caption it one or the other, I could persuade you to believe me.  It is all in how I frame it for you, yes?  I am beginning to appreciate the phenomenon of seeing the glass half empty or half full, depending on one’s frame of mind.

I turned 50 this year. Did I roll my eyes at the prospect of having to celebrate another birthday? Yes. How do I feel about ageing, gracefully or otherwise? I am not sure. Continue reading “Sunrises & Sunsets”

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Lord of the Dance

As we greet the Christ child, we sing one of our family favourites: not a typical Christmas carol, but one which we feel reflects the joy of the occasion.

“I danced in the morning when the world was begun

And I danced in the moon and the stars and the sun

And I came down from heaven and I danced on the earth,

At Bethelem I had my birth.

Dance, then, wherever  you may be,

I am the Lord of the Dance,” said he.

“I’ll lead you all wherever you may be,

I will lead you all in the Dance,” said he.

Text: Sydney B Carter, Music: Shaker melody

Wishing you all a blessed Christmas!

Light one candle for Love

In these few days leading up to Christmas, with the mad crowds, tragic happenings around the world, frantic preparations to celebrate the occasion, I wanted to take a little time to remember why we do it all: 

because of a child, 

a baby born from hope, 

to bring us peace & joy, 

in the name of love.

Christmas tree outside Kensington Palace, London.

What are you anticipating this season?

The 4th candle is lit. For love.

“Wait till you are a mother …”

As a grumpy teen wading through the murky waters of the adult world, tussling with my mother was commonplace.  Although I did not engage in shouting matches or outright rebellion, as my Significant Adult Figure, Mom was often the scapegoat for my angst.  Many of our exchanges would inevitably end with my mother exclaiming in frustration: “Wait till you are a mother, then you will understand!” Continue reading ““Wait till you are a mother …””