Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Gone Floral

Went to a Florist Fair today. First prize, in what I guess was the artistic arrangement category, was this starkly simple but very artistically arranged stalks of anthurium with a Christmassy red candle and ribbons, and beautiful ivy leaves.

#2 was equally beautiful to me...I love the asparagus fern and bubblegum fruits at the base, and the holders, which look to me like bamboo, encased in Christmassy green, with elegant gold ribbons wrapped around them, and topping it all off, bright red poinsettias in just the right size.

I don't quite know which category this set-piece belonged to but these lakspurs were so amazingly unblemished and perfect, I thought they weren't real and my sister actually touched the waxy petals to check if they were fresh which they were of course. The riot of purple, which just happens to be my favourite colour, and mauve, cream and white made for a stunning vision of unbelievably fresh waxy beauty.

Friday, November 17, 2006

Of Mothers

For those who are lucky to still be blessed with your mothers, this is beautiful. For those who are not, this is even more beautiful.

The young mother set her foot on the path of life. "Is this the long way?" she asked.

And the guide said "Yes, and the way is hard. And you will be old before you reach the end of it. But the end will be better than the beginning."

But the young mother was happy, and she would not believe that anything could be better than these years. She played with her children, fed them and bathed them, and taught them how to tie their shoes and ride a bike and reminded them to feed the dog and do their homework and brush their teeth. The sun shone on them and the young mother cried, "Nothing will ever be lovelier than this."

Then the nights came and the storms and the path was sometimes dark and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close and covered them with her arms, and the children said, "Mother, we are not afraid for you are near and no harm can come."

And the morning came and there was a hill ahead and the children climbed and grew weary and the mother was weary. But at all times she said to the children, "A little patience and we are there."

So the children climbed and as they climbed they learned to weather the storms. And with this she gave them strength to face the world. Year after year she showed them compassion, understanding, hope, but most of all unconditional love. And when they reached the top they said, "Mother, we would not have done it without you."

The days went on and the weeks and the months and the years and the mother grew old and she became little and bent. But her children were tall and strong and walked with courage. And the mother, when she lay down at night, looked up at the stars and said, "This is a better day than the last for my children have learned so much and are now passing these traits on to their children."

And when the way became rough for her, they lifted her and gave her their strength just as she had given them hers. One day they came to a hill and beyond the hill they could see a shining road and golden gates flung wide. And the mother said: "I have reached the end of my journey. And now I know the end is better than the beginning, for my children can walk with dignity and pride with their heads held high and so can their children after them."

And the children said, "You will always walk with us, Mother, even when you have gone through the gates." And they stood and watched her as she went on alone, and the gates closed after her. And they said: "We cannot see her but she is with us still. A mother like ours is more than a memory. She is a living presence."

Your mother is always with you. She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street, she's the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick and perfume that she wore, she's the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling well, she's your breath in the air on a cold winter's day. She’s the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colours of a rainbow, she is Christmas morning. Your mother lives inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in every tear drop. A mother shows every emotion... happiness, sadness, fear, jealousy, love, hate, anger, helplessness, excitement, joy, sorrow....and all the while, hoping and praying you will only know the good feelings in life. She's the place you came from, your first home, and she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not even death.

It's the twelfth anniversary of my mother's passing through the golden gates. I know she's with us still but Mum, we miss you.


Monday, November 06, 2006


I have a good friend who has this habit of sms-ing me on full moon nights with comments on the "total horror movie" effect of the moon :D I don't watch very many horror movies so I don't normally associate the two. But I must admit that last evening's moonrise, pictured above from my bedroom balcony, was prettily eerie with all the fleecy clouds surrounding it. Normally the full moon is something that I often forget to look at in the busyness of life especially when all the lights are on full blast but when I do remember to look at it, it never fails to get to me. It has to be without doubt one of the most magnificent sights ever. And where I live, high up in the mountains, winters are always clear, weather-perfect times so the next couple of months are going to bring in more breathcatchingly beautiful full moon nights :-)


Friday, November 03, 2006


It was my birthday last Wednesday. And as I reflect on my life I know I've come a long long way. Good times, bad times. Sometimes I tend to get a little morose and feel like I've been especially hard done by, gotten a rougher deal than a lot of people.... parents both gone when some friends still have the pair intact, no lifetime partner, no patter of little feet, a sister in a wheelchair, nothing but hairfall-inducing stress oftentimes. But then again, as I was driven to reflect on the morning of my birthday, I've had my share of blessings and good luck, a good job I love, supportive friends and family, a house of our own. Most of all, I'm comforted by the thought that the Good Lord sees me fit to cope with all the adversity that's come my way. Strange comfort maybe but it's somehow a source of great strength to me. I don't know all the dips and curves ahead of the road I travel but it's been a good ride so far and I know that He who rides with me, will continue to be with me.