Winds of change

Ryder James with his Grandma

The winds of change recently visited  our little patch of dirt. We have been graced with a new grandson, born from my eldest daughter. He is a picture of contentment and charm. Before being sucked into the influenza vortex (more of that joy later) I was fortunate enough to share some time with them both and marvelled in the feeling of bliss. I watched as my girl caressed and cared for her infant son, with confidence and the ease of an experienced mother. I listened as she spoke about her hopes and dreams for them. I remembered my own first days as a new mum, and I smiled a very satisfied smile, one that began from deep within my heart. For a moment I saw myself 26 years ago - young, determined, and very happy. And I found myself feeling proud and at peace. The past and the future in beautiful symmetry.

Living poetry

Since those moments of living poetry, I have been deprived of cuddles and kisses from either of my grandchildren thanks to my other two darling daughters who generously shared their flu germs (the real one) with me, again.

Not feeling so youthful these days, it has taken two weeks to feel nearly human again. In between bursts of coughing, so intense I felt like I might faint from lack of oxygen, and sleeping like a sloth I got offered a new job and I handed in my resignation at my current one.

In our little patch of dirt,  the winds of change blow through with comforting regularity.


Until next time,

N