Category: Ageing
-
Family fun . . .
I’m beginning to think that families exist to keep us safely grounded. Besides the obvious, I mean. We stick with families because sometimes we need to be teased! Well, perhaps the teasing turns merciless, and that’s not good. But good-natured and with love, that sort of teasing, that feels healthy and perceptive. I was on…
-
When the present accommodates the past, joyfully . . .
I’ve been revisiting parts of my past life, off and on quite consistently over these last few years. Many times it’s with a groan of recrimination, a ‘wish I could have done better’ feeling. This morning, thanks to an intriguing series of notes from my brothers, I’m learning that forgiveness is a two way street…
-
Revelation from an old poem
The Top Hat, The Auctioneer, and The Lover It was there at the old village auction A decade ago, perhaps more. Infected I was with the vigour, Vivacity, vim and some ardour In the calm steady hands of the porter A gentleman’s felted top hat! The auctioneer eager for bids from the floor. He caught…
-
Woodworking joys . . .
Actually, I’m not interested in selling anything I might make. As our dear friend opines about his amazing bird houses, which decorate several walls around our smallholding in Sparty Lea, ‘if I had to sell them, it would take all the fun out of the activity.’ Same for me. No, what I want is to…
-
Minimalist joys
Having accumulated stuff for most of our adult lives, it seems we’re now embarking on a de-cluttering routine, so that our lifestyle could be said to be moving towards minimalism. Just how long this phase will last is anybody’s guess, but it feels as if it could be refreshing, cool, and well, minimal. I’d like…
Roads to Joy 