For some time I have wondered how I can find an outlet for all the thoughts that become stored in my very tired little mind. I am hoping that this is the outlet i've been waiting for.
I have heard about blogs, but only recently got my behind in gear to look at what they are and how people use them. Thanks to my idealist view point that one day I could become a successful writer (based on very little practical evidence or any realism), and the fact that I am currently engrossed in 'Petite Anglaise' bu Catherine Sanderson, I have finally looked into 'blogging' and discovered this whole new world of online journals & commentary of people's lives & thoughts. Wow... how have I not found this all sooner?!
Now as a disclaimer at the outset, I do not claim to be any type of literary expert, I am not entirely well read around current affairs, and I am sure I will make plenty of grammatical errors and spelling faux pas. My only objective is to share some of my own thoughts, inspired by the minutes of life that pass me by day to day - so please forgive my scholarly errors.
I feel that my first posting should be more of an introduction to why I am writing and how I have arrived at this point. However, as always my mind has been alive with thoughts today, and I thought I'd share a few with you ... as a starter for ten I guess...
- Where on Earth does the phrase 'a starter for ten' come from? I take it it does not relate to a food starter? (you will get a common theme in my posts... food, wine, shopping, Romanticisms) That is definitely one to google me thinks. Anyway, I digress...
- We went to scatter my Grandad's ashes today. It was a beautiful day - blue sky, sun shining, daffodils blooming. My Grandma planted some lovely blue flowers (no idea what they were) over where his ashes were buried. At the time, beautiful though it was, with my Grandma bending over before the Vicar, in her chocolate Jaeger trousers and Powder Blue Chanel style jacket... and gardening gloves, it did make me consider that one may require a horticulture degree (and flat shoes as opposed to heels - not good with the soggy grass) to successfully complete a scattering of ashes with the planting of some lovely 'blooming'.
- One thing the Vicar did make a point of saying was that as a baby you are born at around 8 or 9 pounds, and that when you are committed to the ground as ashes, you weigh roughly the same. I thought that was slightly on the profound side.
- I was very close to my Grandad, he looked after me a lot as a child when my Dad was off at Sea fighting for our Country. He was very proud of his garden, and I spent a lot of time with him and my Grandma in their lovely home as a child. He is the first person I have lost that I will truly miss - some of my other family I have not been close enough to for my to truly miss them when they have gone. What struck me today was that we all live in a big cycle - from birth through to death, and this was the end of my Grandad's time. His cycle was complete. But along the way it is heart warming to think of how many people his life has touched - including my own. Love you Grandad.
Just a few thoughts today. Until next time,
LMW xxx
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