This Christmas Memory

Before I write anything, can I just point out the glorious moustache dad is sporting!! I remember trying to pull that thing off when I was a kid. Little did he know, they would now be the height of hipster fashion today! Ok, moving on…

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Beauty is…

Beauty does not linger, it passes by with an invitation to things eternal.
It draws us toward an embrace of wonder and life and wraps us, momentarily, in that which changes us.

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The Nature of Precious Things

I’ve come to learn that precious things were not made for words. The adjectives of any language fall short. They fail the very thing they are trying to describe. Better to imagine beyond the word and discover a voulless expression.

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Chasing The Mist

The other day, I chased the mist up the mountain. I wanted to capture it in my camera but the more I drove the more it disappeared. I could see it ahead, but when I got there, it was gone. Loosing someone you love is a bit like that. Their memory lingers so near, but when you try to touch it there is nothing but empty air. The realisation of their absence settles in.

It was the one year anniversary of Dad’s death last month and I had no idea what to expect. Was I going to wake and immediately cry? Perhaps I’d feel nothing. Was I going to be able to do “normal” things that day, or should I set the day aside? Too extreme maybe? And what was I supposed to feel? And once the day had ended, was that it? Was my one year of grieving over and I needed to carry on with a slightly bigger bounce in my step?

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