25 August 2010

Lately I have been struck by the number of posts written by bloggers whom I consider to be strong and very capable women, doubting themselves in one form or another.

This is of course a very human thing to do, however I am wondering if by participating in Bloggland that they may be comparing themselves to others and in so doing seeing themselves as 'less than ideal'.

It caused me to recall the following poem which has given me great comfort and guidance through the years. I used to have it on the back of my toilet door and would try to recite different sections each day.

I hope that you find it to be inspirational and that some [if not all] of it resonates with you.
Go gently,

x Felicity

 Max Ehrmann

Go placidly amongst the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.

Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant, they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.

If you compare yourself to others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery.
But let not this blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself.
Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.  But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore, be at peace with God, whatever you conceive him to be, and whatever your labours and aspirations in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul.
With all its sham drudgery and broken dreams; it is still a beautiful world.

Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.

All images from Ilaria Benedetti's Etsy store

22 August 2010

How long has it been since you have experienced the
delight of kicking your feet in the air and feeling the
breeze swoosh the hair across your face as you
reached higher and higher on a swing?

Were you a daredevil as a child pushing your body
towards the sun, or did you prefer a more sedate ride?

Personally I loved both.
The gentle swing, letting my feet scrape the well-worn groove of earth beneath the timber seat and the eye-watering , nostril-flaring thrill of pushing the metal links to their limit.

Memories of happy times swinging in a park near my Grandparents came rushing to my mind as I viewed the lovely image for this post created by a wonderful local Sunshine Coast artist, Shelle Kennedy.
Doesn't it exude happpiness and light?
Can't you almost feel the air moving about you?
Thank you for the gift of your art Shelle and for the wonderful images and memories it evokes for me.

I'd love to hear about the last time that you enjoyed the gift of flying through the air on a swing.
Or perhaps you've recently enjoyed a shared experience with someone small who couldn't help but yell "Higher....Higher!" as you gently pushed their little back and they kicked their feet towards the sun.

11 August 2010

The children and I shared a beautiful book together last night for our bedtime read.

It is a very sad time as the children's Father had just received a call to come to say a final goodbye to his beloved Mother and the children's Nanny.

Before he left to be by her side, he spent time with all of them together sharing the sad news and then with each one cuddling and allowing the grieving to begin.

When he had left and we eventually sat down for our evening meal, the grace card that was chosen from the shuffled pile was....

"May the longtime sun shine upon you,
all love surround you,
and the sweet light within you
guide you on your way."

and then an extra grace was said

'Gratitude is the heart's memory.'

The children were wonderful. Instead of our usual ritual of each one saying our 'Three Favourite Things' from the day, we each chose our Three Favourite Memories of Nanny. 
This led to lots of lovely anecdotes and we all left the table with a big smile on our faces thinking of all the great times that had been spent together.

At bedtime there were tears again as we read the 'Lifetimes' story but I love these lines from the book...

"So, no matter how long they are, or how short, lifetimes are really all the same.
They have beginnings, and endings, and there is living in between."

We talked about this part of their wonderful Nanny's life being the ending, but that she had a beginning and has lived a long and full life also.

We celebrate the wonderful gifts that she has given to the world and cherish her memory.

Loving you Nanny.