The inside of a flower
Part of an old lock
The inside of a flower
Part of an old lock
What would dinner be without a pre-dinner glass of wine ?
Future implies a time that will come and the events that will happen during that time.
A wedding holds many promises of such a time, the promise of children, happiness and companionship, growing old together, building memories together, having grand children and so much more.
On a recent visit to Venice Italy I took these picture of a wedding couple right below the bridge of sighs, where legend is that lovers in love sigh in delight when kissing on the bridge or prisoners sigh when having to cross the bridge to the prison on the other side of the canal.
The promise of a bride
There they are
Harmony The quality of forming a pleasing and consistent whole.
Early this morning I picked some flowers for the house in my garden.
Later on as I walked past the flowers on a table I saw the light coming through the window caused a perfect reflection in the shining wood of the table. The perfect harmony between the real flowers and the reflection made me grab my camera.
Reflections always seem to portray harmony as conditions have to be perfect to form the consistent whole
State of Mind Foggy.
After experiencing many losses in my life the past two years and starting out on a new phase of life, I often find myself in a foggy state of mind.
A state of mind where I wonder how I reached this point in time where I do not seem to know who I am and where I want to go next.
Foggy? Yes, but also filled with possibilities once I can get past the fog to where the sun is shining again.
Winter in my part of the world is dry , barren and brown, yet it has a beauty of its own. The sky is usually clear and crisp blue, providing great contrast to the barren branches of thorn trees and dry seed pods.
Such is life as well. We experience periods of winter but it always holds the promise of spring and new beginnings to come.
Pictures taken in the veld in the middle of winter in Pretoria South Africa
“We dance for laughter, we dance for tears, we dance for madness, we dance for fears, we dance for hopes, we dance for screams, we dance for dreams.
As the new year took off a friend and I joined a dance class. One for mature ladies, aptly named the Golden Oldies Class.
At the first class we were welcomed warmly and made to feel at home by both the experienced members of the class and the class teacher.
How did it feel?
Intimidating that is how.
There we were, surrounded by mirrors showing every move, every bulge, every ridiculous moment of almost falling over our own feet.
“Make peace with that person in the mirror, she is going nowhere, nor will she be 5kg. thinner and 10 years younger anytime soon”, was the advice from our teacher.
That said I tried to forget the ridiculous looking figure in the mirror and just feel the music and the movement. That was when I started enjoying dancing again.
Then our family was thrown into crisis by a particularly bad accident, causing a brother, father, brother in law and friend to be in a critical condition in hospital. Still we attended the dance class. This time dancing for tears, but also for hope, hope that he might recover. We danced for fears , fears of what might happen. We danced for screams, the silent screams kept hidden behind a calm facade. We danced for dreams, dreams of the maybes and what ifs. We found release in the joy of movement, a moment to forget that which was waiting in the hospital. Sadly he passed away, leaving another void in the family.
Two years ago when my husband passed away the same friend and I started walking. We walked through the days of mourning.We walked through the days when the uppermost emotions were anger and feelings of abandonment. We walked through the days of confusion, and unanswered questions. We walked through the days of simply missing his presence. We walked, often crying along the way. We walked until the grieving subsided and walking became a time of togetherness and joy.
Now we will dance. Some days it will still be for the tears and with tears, for the might have been’s and the why’s, but mostly it will be because we can still dance.
Gertrude Stein wrote these words in her book Three Lives.
“You look ridiculous if you dance
You look ridiculous if you don’t dance
So you might as well
Therefore we will dance the dance of life while we still can for who knows what tomorrow brings.