The past week has been very challenging for me. I fought hard to catch up with #NaNoWriMo, and for a couple of days my Muse was wild and active. Then the day approached for my Nanna’s funeral. I am very fortunate to have reached the age of 33 and still have all four of my grandparents living at home. I have given thanks for my blessed life when it comes to loving family. Now, however, the grief is hitting me very hard. My urge to write the novel has all but died, and yet I feel the urge to write something poetic and meaningful, although I do not know what.
My Nan was incredibly proud of my writing achievements. She always asked what I was working on, After her funeral, when we attended the wake, I found myself meeting with distant relatives that I hadn’t seen since I was a little girl. They all knew about my books, and they all told me about how Nan kept them informed of my activities (alongside the Facebook updates from those that see me online). I find myself wavering between the desire to give up and call this year’s #NaNoWriMo a failure due to circumstance, and the burning need to continue with my novel, to complete the challenge, and to make my Nan proud, wherever she has moved on to now. You all know how this will turn out… see you at the finish, my Wrimo friends!
This week I experienced the first expression of intended sarcasm from my daughter. She is not yet 5 years old. How is this possible? Well, she did it, and she knew exactly what she was saying. It started when we were walking home from school one afternoon. A few days earlier, I had been very excited about a particularly spectacular sunset that we experienced here in South Cheshire. I wasn’t the only one to appreciate its beauty: several friends shared their photos on the social networks, and our local news channels talked about it as well. My daughter even came running to tell me that the sky was all pink and pretty. Well, we were walking home and she looked at me with a huge grin on her face and said, “Ooh, what a beautiful sky!” in her mock-mummy voice. Little monkey!
Still, maybe I get a bit over-excited sometimes. I look up at the sky very often, you see. When I am washing dishes at the kitchen sink, I stare out of the window and my gaze naturally travels up towards the clouds, where my mind wanders away. Walking to and from school, we have to admire every aeroplane that flies over (and we are on the flight path for Manchester Airport), because our toddler loves flying machines. And, of course, as a shaman, I appreciate the beauty of Mother Nature, and I want to instil that in my children. And you know what? I don’t care if she thinks I’m daft! I will continue to show my excitement for the beautiful sky, the gorgeous trees, and the colours of our seasons. We live on this Earth, and we should blimmin’ well enjoy it while we are here! I’m off to watch the trees now…
Posted in Children, Random Musings
Tagged appreciate nature, British shamanism, life with preschoolers, life with young children, mother nature, mummy and daughter, nature photography, sarcasm from children, urban landscape, What a Beautiful Sky
I could not allow the day to pass without taking some time to talk about one of my all-time favourite films (and series, for that matter). As a child of the 80s, I have grown up with Back to the Future, and I’m sure I probably quote something from the film at least once a week, if not once a day. It is a way of life for me and my husband, and I can’t even tell you why. I mean, I love Marty McFly. I love Doc. I love the whole crazy story that is Back to the Future. Suffice to say, I will be watching the films later today, and my children will have to deal with it. We have to go back…to the future!
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