☔ It’s pouring outside, and not particularly warm either - Spring, from a few days ago appears to have taken a leave of absence. Right now I am grateful for a roof over my head, and heating in the home.
☔ It’s pouring outside, and not particularly warm either - Spring, from a few days ago appears to have taken a leave of absence. Right now I am grateful for a roof over my head, and heating in the home.
April Photoblogging Challenge, Day 14: Cactus suggested by @christopherchelpka
April Photoblogging Challenge, Day 13: Page suggested by @robj
April Photoblogging Challenge, Day 12: Magic suggested by @DaveyCraney
April Photoblogging Challenge, Day 11: Sky suggested by @jedda
April Photoblogging Challenge, Day 10: Train suggested by @starrwulfe
April Photoblogging Challenge, Day 9: Crispy suggested by @rom
🧹 A lot of the clean up has been done, but as the final family members head on their way, vacuuming is what is needed now.
🧹 A lot of the clean up has been done, but as the final family members head on their way, vacuuming is what is needed now.
April Photoblogging Challenge, Day 8: Prevention suggested by @anniegreens
Monday April 8, 2024 Newsletter letter
Sunday, April 7, 2024
Monday April 8th, 2024 Dear Friends, Well the weeks feel as though they are creeping up on me quicker. Though this one could well be because I have had a lot going on. I am writing to you from the opposite side of the world. I have returned solo to England for my mother’s 90th birthday celebrations and am spending a couple of weeks here to catch up with friends and also some work as well.
April Photoblogging Challenge, Day 7: Well-Being suggested by @ridwan
🎶 I’m up early enjoying a cup of coffee. After the birthday celebrations yesterday, my mother’s apartment is still and quiet. Outside a blackbird is singing its heart out. I grew up listening to and loving this bird’s song. I recognize anywhere - here in England, or while watching a movie set in this country. For me, it’s the sound of spring and long summer evenings here.
🎶 I’m up early enjoying a cup of coffee. After the birthday celebrations yesterday, my mother’s apartment is still and quiet. Outside a blackbird is singing its heart out. I grew up listening to and loving this bird’s song. I recognize anywhere - here in England, or while watching a movie set in this country. For me, it’s the sound of spring and long summer evenings here.
April Photoblogging Challenge, Day 6: Windy suggested by @Miraz
An overcast windy day on the Isle of Skye, as spied through the ruins of an old church.
🎂 We are celebrating my mother's 90th birthday today. With my family having spread themselves out around the world, it feels like an international gathering with accents from the US, New Zealand and England filling the room. Happy Birthday Mum, and congratulations.
🎂 We are celebrating my mother's 90th birthday today. With my family having spread themselves out around the world, it feels like an international gathering with accents from the US, New Zealand and England filling the room. Happy Birthday Mum, and congratulations.
April Photoblogging Challenge, Day 5: Serene suggested by @chiawase
My quiet spot, wherever I am in the world, by the River Wye at Tintern Abby
I’m sitting alone in the bar at an airport hotel at San Francisco International Airport (SFO). Back in Maui, where I flew in from an hour earlier, it is just before six o’clock in the evening. Here it is almost nine at night. It’s late but it’s not, depending on which time zone I choose to see myself in. My mind tells me to head to bed, my stomach tells me to eat. I choose to listen to my stomach, but I don’t want the full service of a restaurant. The bar feels more relaxed and informal.
People are chatting, television screens show live sports, voices and the sound of clattering cutlery drift over from the nearby restaurant. So different from the world that I have just arrived from.
For all the activity, and the sound and stimulation that come with it, I find myself in my happy place. I’m by myself despite and maybe because of this busyness around me? And yet I love sitting in this anonymity. I’ve used this phrase before, but I’m sitting alone in the company of others. For this introvert, I can feel more comfortable around such strangers than in a room full of people who I know.
I am returning to England for my mother’s 90th birthday celebration. There will be a gathering of relatives, most of whom I have not seen in a long while. I am looking forward to seeing everyone, catching up on news, finding out where life has taken them…and I can already feel in me the angst of the gathering. This might be hard to understand for the socializers in the room, but for me small talk and what I will experience as the busyness of a party can get the best of me. I am soon exhausted. If I lock onto a conversation with someone about something that really interests me, I can still be sat there in that conversation when everyone else are packing up to leave. I loose myself in the conversation. Introvert, yes. Short on words, no…given the right circumstances.
However, that evening at SFO the company of others was very welcome. I sat quite content alone, in the company of others. That evening I remember fondly.