Wednesday, June 23, 2010


I started painting Remembrance with my beloved Granny on my mind. I found a bundle of old letters which she had written to my Mum who as an 18yr old had spent a year in France with a French family.

The letters were full of day to day goings on at home, simple things from the dog having puppies, to the neighbours buying a a new car, to Uncle Tom having to go to hospital with a bad chest infection, to Katie, Granny's kitchen helper, going home for a few days. Simple ordinary days. Reading these special letters brought me right back, sowing little seeds of Memory that opened up all sorts of other 'bigger' memories of the special times I, in my turn spent with Granny.

As I worked on the painting, enjoying the memories that surfaced, I realized that all the special times that I remembered were in fact simple ordinary things.

Walking in the Bluebells, which is probably why I often get that gentle scent of bluebells and primrose when I feel Granny's Presence at times. I believe she and my Mum are letting me know they are watching over me from Heaven. Smell is such an evocative sense isnt't it? Other special memories include sitting at the table colouring or doing a jigsaw together, baking her delicious jam sponge, walking in the garden admiring the Fairies' Washing on an Autumn morning. Sometimes just sitting together talking or even more important to a child being listened to!

None of the memories that make me feel warm and fuzzy and happy have anything to do with being anywhere glamorous or doing anything exciting adventurous things or spending large sums of money.

Granny was well traveled, always beautifully dressed and coiffed, very comfortable financially and always incredibly generous both with her time and money.

The most precious gifts she gave me were her unswerving loyalty, her unreserved love, her undivided attention and her constant praise and encouragement not to mention her great sense of fun.
Wouldn't it be lovely if we too give these gifts to our lived ones? These gifts cost no money and are free for everyone to share.

This Beautiful World we Live in offers so much for us to share with one another if only we take the time to do so.

Thank you Thank you Thank you Granny and Mum for all the love you gave me.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

A Walk in the Bluebells

I went for the first of this year's walks in the Bluebells at Tudenham, Lough Ennell, and as always it did not disappoint. Friday afternoon and time was a little short, in between collecting the dogs from Barks and Bubbles and not knowing what time I was to collect Ross from Bowling with the lads from school. I stole a few little minutes of Bliss for myself.

I arrived at the Lake on a sunnier afternoon than was forecast. There were two other cars parked there, and I did see a man walking in the distance, but as I headed into the woods there wasn't a soul about. It was so peaceful. The woods were alive and humming with Heavenly music. The bees were collecting nectar and buzzing their little hearts out. The hoverflies and other insects were adding a bass note to the melody and the birds were offering the tenor section. I have the fondest memories of my dear Granny taking me to Tudenham as a child to walk in the Bluebells and I was utterly aware of her Presence today. We walked together in Spirit with the scent of the bluebells, primroses and wild violets occasionally catching on the wind. I would stand and sniff trying to fill my senses with their elusive fragrance.

Ahead were several different paths of fallen leaves between trees, shrubs and carpets of bluebells. I stopped and just soaked it all in. The dappled light that fell through the trees danced on the leaf paths shifting and changing all the time. I looked up into the canopy so far above my head. I love the colour of the leaves early in spring/summer. Such a vivid, almost florescent green, mottled with softer muted green of the underside of the mostly Beech trees in this woods. Glimpses of cerulean blue sky peeked through and highlighted the bright green against a tracery of the finest dark dark branches and twigs. I am always amazed at how dark the branches look in spring against such light green leaves and how the branches change colour along with the leaves throughout the season.

Some broken twisted fallen branches partially blocked my path. I bent down to kind of crawl and squeeze my way onwards and noticed tiny tiny buds on the wood anemones. A little further on, the buzzing of bees intensified. I came to a particularly thick patch of bluebells and primroses and could see thousands of worker bees happily going about their business. Two gorgeous butterflies danced together in the air above me. Flirting with each other, mirroring each others moves. Together they landed on my jacket sleeve for a second, then up and away again. I followed them for a moment and then they were gone.
For a brief moment I felt alone and sensed it was time to leave. Then I felt Granny's reassuring presence and as I passed gently through the working bees I felt profoundly connected and totally at one with nature.

The Peace sustained and remained with me for the rest of a busy day. I am so lucky and grateful to live in such a "Beautiful World" and glad to have made the time to enjoy and appreciate it.

Thank You Thank You Thank You.