Through the eye of a lens

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Nothing beats seeing things with new, clear eye than when you actually look through the lens of a camera. I have been away for awhile and took quite a few shots with my cellphone camera. I must say, for a cellphone camera it took quite a few decent shots. Not as close as I would have like but near enough. There were one or more pictures that have kinda lost the look that I was looking for as a result of that. Now I am on a new mission….. I would love to take up photography. I have always sort of noticed the small things around me, the way the sun sets or rises, the way a tree looks against the sky, even the everyday things take on a new look as I am now actually looking as though I have a camera lens.

Now I just need the right affordable beginner’s camera and the classes to go with it. Then I can start my new adventure…..

But for now, I have to contend with what I can take with my cellphone camera.  So I am going to post a few of the images I shot and hope that you like them.

Think I might even start a new blog with my photo adventures……. Not bad for a woman in her 50s…..

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Funky Grandmothers……

My mother was a fantastic lady and the best granny ever. Yes, I know, I am biased but truth be told, she was one funky hip lady in her golden years. One strict Mother but as a grandmother (or OOee as she was fondly known by) she was one of a kind. She would drop down to their level and play on the ground with them. She had mostly boys so as she would fondly quote “If you can’t beat them, join them” and farts and all she would give those grandsons a run for their money.

I have learnt a lot by how she interacted with them, played with them and just became one of them when they were around her. It was a joy to watch her with her grandchildren. They loved her to the moon and back and were devastated when she passed away in her sleep. But she had left her mark on them and her legacy has lived on.

Grandparents of today are not what they use to be. We are more funky and alive and dare I say it……more fun.

I am proud to now be able to fall into that category by having 2 gorgeous grandkids of my own. Not yet able to play and have that absolute Granny bond yet,  but I am eagerly waiting for those times.

I do not intend to be that old boring granny who just sits around and drinks tea. Those are for the days of old….. now it is the time of the new generation grandparents…. those of us who refuse to be old…. those of us that intend to have fun until the day we fall along the wayside into our graves.

We lived our lives for our children, now we can live our lives with and through our grandchildren.

Ya ba da ba dooo!

Have an awesome weekend to one and all.

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A short Poem from a time gone by: NEED TO

This is a short poem I wrote a good while back when I was feeling trapped and alone…..

 

 

screaming

 

NEED TO

 

Locked away

Screaming inside

Lost and alone

Fighting for sanity

Crawling to safety

Need freedom

Need to cry

Need to fly

 

Fire burning

Bright and high

Need to go

Need to shout

Need to scream

Need to GO

 

Nuggets of Bliss in a World gone Mad

Nuggets of Bliss in a World gone Madin the grass

This Sunday morning I decided to plonk myself down on the green grass after my morning chores. The warm Autumn sun was soothing to my skin, the gentle breeze played with the branches of the trees. It was bliss. Until I was rudely interrupted by a small, wet, cold nose of my doxie, pushing his way under my arms to find my face as if to say “Oh there you are Mommy.”

Play time was called for….

He was rolling onto his back while I played roly poly with him. My bigger boy then decided he was going to get into this fun time action and gently placed his big head gently onto my shoulder and pressed his head into my neck. A moment of pure love flowed between human and dogs at this time. My big boy on my shoulder, long dog between my legs, all awhile I was sitting on the green lush grass of our backyard. Total peaceful bliss…..

Off they sauntered, noses twitching in the air gathering the different smells, on the hunt for the fast, sun loving lizards.

My morning nugget of total love and bliss in this world gone mad. Watching my fur children romp in the grass, having them roll around me on the grass and all the while having the warmth of the sun enveloping my skin.

Pure love, pure warmth and pure peace.

The Power of Words

The Power of Words

Most people do not realise the power they have over others just by what they say. They do not realise that words can hurt a person. They are so blinded by their own hurts and insecurities that when they receive a kind word or a compliment they take it up wrongly and then just blast the one saying it with unkind and hurtful tones. I am a person that has never forced myself or my ideas or religion onto anyone. Today I told a lady via Facebook that I compliment her on having a disabled child and that the good Lord choices special women to look after His special children and that I would keep her in my prayers as she is having a hard time being alone as she is separated and that she has said that her loneliness was forced on her and not by her on choice.

Well, did she blast me back saying that I must not force my religion on her as she is an atheist and I must not tell her how to live her life and that I was insensitive and blah blah blah….. I felt a tinge of hurt as I thought I was being nice (evenly I was not, according to her) but I threw back to her that I choose not to take her words into my heart or head.

It is times like these that really try one’s strength and wisdom.

One has a choice whether to take the words said to heart or to just release them and not allow them to take up space in your head. If this had happened a good few years ago I probably been so nasty back at her and I would have let this brood inside me. Fortunately, through trial and error, I have learnt to let things slide. Why waste the time and effort over somebody you do not even know.

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Food for the Soul

2 R Better Than 1

Good morning, beautiful people!  I trust that you had a great weekend and reveled in the resurrection of our Lord yesterday. What a wonderful revelation to know that Jesus overcame the grave. Not even death could hold him down. Let that truth settle into your soul as you think about where you are today and the vision it takes to fully walk in your purpose.

Are you looking at your situation and thinking that there’s no way out of the rut you’ve found yourself in or the pit you can’t climb out of? I ask you to imagine the abundant life that God has planned for you and to connect to the only one who can do all things but fail–almighty God, our rescuer and deliver.

Today as I reflect on the countless times he has rescued me, I’m also reminded of the woman with the blood issue in the…

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The cycle of life

The cycle of lifevia Daily Prompt: Jolt images

Nothing like the birth of a new born to make one get nostalgic about life. to jolt you awake again from your mundane life and take note again. It is the time when new life enters the world and you tend to take stock of what has been and what is yet to come. Yip, you guessed it…. I have become a granny (again). My blood now runs through the veins of a tiny snip of life that was born a few days ago.

It hits you again how precious life is, how life moves forward no matter what happens in this world. Governments rise and fall, terror runs rife in some countries while peace reigns in others. Economies grow and fall, money is made and lost. Yet, all the while this is happening, new life is breathed into this world, daring to make itself heard and seen. This tiny snip could make all the difference to the world as she grows up. What she learns along the way will influence who she will become one day. Whether she becomes famous in some way or not, she will still impact our lives.

Her just being born was a precious miracle at that. God’s precious Gift to us. She fought her way into this world and here she will stay until her time is up. She has already made her mark in our lives.

New life that is breathed into this world every day, every passing minute a new baby is born. Ready to grow into the future, ready to change the world that we know. The cycle of life as we know it.

Birth and death, new and old, past and future.