Dear Diary,
No kind action ever stops with itself. One kind action leads to another. Good example is followed. A single act of kindness throws out roots in all directions, and the roots spring up and make new trees. The greatest work that kindness does to others is that it makes them kind themselves.
Amelia Earhart
Amelia Earhart
Please forgive me as I have blogger’s block today but as I haven’t posted for so long I thought I had better pen just a few words. Perhaps things will improve when the Full Moon is past, I always feel unsettled in the week leading up to it.
Life got in the way as well last week, as it often does but my worries and problems have thankfully dissipated.
So today’s will be a short one as inspiration is hard to find but there will be blessings, pictures and a wee poem of mine that I wrote last week.
Blessings?
Signs of spring that I noted on my walk this morning. Catkins, crocuses, daphne, lungwort, tiny daffodils coming into flower and sunshine that was doing its best to warm me in spite of the bitterness of the cold wind.
My grocery delivery. This is a new venture in these rural parts of Wales. The Asda lorry comes to the door and I am able to order online.
My new heating system is installed and will soon be up and running. Economy 10 should be working on Friday and in the long run we should be spending a lot less on keeping the cottage warm.
Book group tonight which I am looking forward to as I have enjoyed the choice this month. It is Spilling the Beans by Clarissa Dickson-Wright. Although I am not a fan of all her exploits (foxhunting and hare coursing are just two examples) I found her life story a really good read. I am in that state of wanting to find another Good Read to lose myself in and will be away soon to dig one out from the big pile I always have waiting for me.
I always look forward to reading other people’s blogs as well so they are also a blessing. When my ideas run dry I can while away so much time enjoying others who seem never to have such a problem. I have not read any for a while now but I am on the case.
I shall leave you with the little poem.
Mothering
It’s an umbilical cord thing,
in the sense that we are connected throughout lifetimes
(and beyond)
though our babies may have grown and flown
and may even now have children of their own.
They will come and they will go
and each parting is not remotely sweet
but rather it is sorrow
The years we held our children close and safe
enfolded in our arms
seem like a fleeting moment lost in space.
And along with pangs of labour
and the agonising throes of each ensuing birth,
why did no-one ever give us warning
of the worry and the yearning
and the lifelong pain a mother feels
that is the constant tugging
at this instrument of love we call the heart
Bye for now,
Go mbeannai Dia duit,
Cait
It’s an umbilical cord thing,
in the sense that we are connected throughout lifetimes
(and beyond)
though our babies may have grown and flown
and may even now have children of their own.
They will come and they will go
and each parting is not remotely sweet
but rather it is sorrow
The years we held our children close and safe
enfolded in our arms
seem like a fleeting moment lost in space.
And along with pangs of labour
and the agonising throes of each ensuing birth,
why did no-one ever give us warning
of the worry and the yearning
and the lifelong pain a mother feels
that is the constant tugging
at this instrument of love we call the heart
Bye for now,
Go mbeannai Dia duit,
Cait
19 comments:
Beuatiful poems Cait. Enjoy the new heating system. May your toes always be warm :) TFx
I know what you mean about not intitally hving words, only then there always seem to be some in the end!
Lovely post & poems Cait.
CKx
Dear Cait,
Often less really is more and no matter what you have to say, it is always said in your unique and beautiful way. The poems are gorgeous and I always feel more peaceful and have a smile on my face when I visit you!
Keep warm and toasty out of that wind - it's pretty blowy here today and I haven't ventured far.xx
I know blogger's block only too well! Your short little blog still manages to say so much though. That was a bittersweet poem, thanks for sharing it.
I know blogger's block only too well! Your short little blog still manages to say so much though. That was a bittersweet poem, thanks for sharing it.
Lovely poem Cait.
And warmth and online deliveries are most definitely blessings:-)
Hi Cait,
Just wanted to stop by and say hello. Your blog has certainly become one of my favorites - I love it so!
Lovely poem, and I know just what you mean, having had one of those mother-daughter-grand-daughter heart-stopping moments today. You have put it so well.
Ah, Cait, you always have lovely things to say on your blog. I hope life has sorted itself out now. And you'll be warm too!
yeap no bloggers block well, also the too busy to blog bit too. Received CDW's book for Christmas and, well an amazing woman. looking forward to spring, we have snowdrops and celandine out and catkins too
Hope you are warm and cosy down there. Like your signs of spring. I am out there on the lookout for them too.
Loved your poem Cait, made me whistful for my grown son who lives in London. And aware that the other won't be far behind him, he's 18 on Friday.
x
Dear Cait,
You have given us yet another beautiful post, full of beautiful words and Poems and pictures.
Spilling the Beans I have on my bedside table, a birthday present from my son, it makes very good reading, even though I do not share Clarrisa's views on hunting shooting.
Best of luck with the installation for heating Cait, woodburner is always a good back up as we have here secondary to heating.
Another we are of the same Cait, only did my shopping on line recently from Asda's.!
xx
I love that book cover of Ms. Wright's. I need a dog walking outfit like that one!
I do love your poem, Cait. And I know you shall enjoy ordering your groceries online. We had that service for a while several years ago, and it was simply grand. Alas, the company folded and we are back to hauling them in ourselves. Fortunately, there is not much my dear husband likes better than grocery shopping. So I happily send him off with a list, which he usually adds to greatly!!
What a beautiful mother and child picture Cait. Bet you are enjoying getting your shopping delivered x
That poem makes me cry. And even though I didn't give birth to my kids that 'umbilical cord' is as strong as iron. The love I have for them is so deep, so strong, so powerful. And this full moon is esp. strong being the sun in pisces, moon in virgo (which is what I was born under - so this is kind of my life every day!)
Cait - Fabulous blog posting, given that you think it is not - Your writing style just rolls off the page, gently and warmly - Like your new heating system - I'm hopeful of doing the same in my cott very soon!
I loved the poem and the chosen pics, and I adore your little (header) Flower Fairy - Sweet x
Well that was quite good for having blogger's block. I usually just write drivel!
Hello Cait. You sound as though things have been a bit much lately? I hope they are clamer now and thank you for finding some blessings even so. Yes, the spring signs are all around and how lovely to see the flower fairy in your header. We are HUGE fans here of the Flower Fairy books and I seem to have been reading them to my girls forever as the eldest is now 21 and Isabella is nearly three! xx
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