Somewhere between the golden dunes and endless skies, there is a teenage girl still laughing with her dad, blissfully unaware that one day she would give anything to return. Dear Future Descendant,Welcome back to another little piece of my life.Today, I want to take you somewhere rather special.Somewhere far away from the green fields, winding … Continue reading Dear Future Descendant… Somewhere Among the Sands of Saudi Arabia, a Piece of My Heart Will Always Remain.
History in the making
“Where Yesterday Still Whispers: A Love Letter of Family Stories.”
There is a quiet kind of enchantment in the stories our ancestors leave behind. They drift through our families like warm breezes from another season, carrying laughter, sorrow, triumph and the soft rhythm of ordinary days that once mattered so much to the people who lived them. These memories do not march across the pages … Continue reading “Where Yesterday Still Whispers: A Love Letter of Family Stories.”
“The Uncaged Words.”
They tell us to be still.They say our words are dangerous,too sharp for daylight,too heavy for fragile ears.They pray that silencewill fold itself around uslike a shroud.But silence is not peace.It is a weight on the chest,a stone in the throat,a slow drowningin a sea of unsaid truths.And so, even when the air is thick … Continue reading “The Uncaged Words.”
“More Than Sugar: A Life Measured by Numbers, Not Defined by a Diagnosis”
When people hear the word “diabetes,” most imagine sugar, needles, and maybe a relative who had to watch what they ate. But living with insulin-dependent type 2 diabetes is something much deeper than dietary restrictions or injections, it's a daily, private balancing act. It's science and intuition, discipline and forgiveness, vigilance and fatigue. It is … Continue reading “More Than Sugar: A Life Measured by Numbers, Not Defined by a Diagnosis”
Their Footsteps Echo.
In the attic's quiet, dusty air,Lies a chest of tales, a lineage fair.Bound in yellowed parchment, memories entwined,A chronicle of kin, an ancestry defined. Each heirloom holds a whispered trace,Of ancestors' valor, their enduring grace.In fading photographs, faces stare,A legacy preserved, beyond compare. From humble beginnings to triumph's cheer,Their footsteps echo, crystal clear.Through epochs danced, … Continue reading Their Footsteps Echo.
Round Up, Round Up – February 2021
February, the month of my birth, the month I grow a year older. 😖 I’ve never really been one for celebrating, I don’t like the attention to be on me, I would rather be in the background in my safety bubble, where no one notices me. The last few years Hubby and I have celebrated by … Continue reading Round Up, Round Up – February 2021
Round Up, January 2021
Winter is the time for comfort,for good food and warmth,for the touch of a friendly handand for a talk beside the fire,it is the time for home. Edith Sitwell quote, has never been more true, with people spending more time at home than ever before. As the walls close in around us and the January blues … Continue reading Round Up, January 2021
2020 the year that…..
What a roller coaster of a year. Even though it was a year that will go down in history as one of the most devastating year, great things have happened to. Instead of looking back with negativity, I’m looking at the positives and my achievements. 2020 was the year, I spent quality time with my … Continue reading 2020 the year that…..
Round Up, Round Up _ September 2020
Bittersweet October. The mellow, messy, leaf-kicking, perfect pause between the opposing miseries of summer and winter. (Carol Bishop Hipps) As I sit here gazing out my window at the changing leaves 🍁 my soul aches at how the world has changed throughout the year 2020. Who would have thought that we would spend most of the year locked … Continue reading Round Up, Round Up _ September 2020
As we’ve grown.
I’m not as slim, my face isn’t line free, my tummy is unsightly, my muscle tone is definitely not what it use to be, I ache where I never knew it was possible, my energy levels have near on disintegrated and I stress, worry and think way more than I should and to top that … Continue reading As we’ve grown.
