Those who love you…


These are the people we need to keep close.

To buffer all the white noise and  irrelevant misinformation,

And counter the doubters,

Thank you to mine, you know who you are.


Connections amid the mundane

I am a creature of habit. When I go to the bookshop I always veer towards the same table. Today on approaching it, I saw a folded piece of paper.  After a little hesitation I opened it.  Inside :

“.. leave me not; yet, if thou wilt, be free;  

  Love me no more, but love my love of thee.”

The handwriting was  neat, leaning right , without  flourishes or decorations.  I folded it back up and left it on the table. Maybe who ever wrote it might come back for it or  maybe  it  was waiting to be collected.

The  romantic in me smiled, and hoped that the writer expressed it to their intended recipient, the cynic in me was curious of the reaction it may have received. It conjured up ideas for stories and themes of  old films about unrequited love,  I went to find a book of sonnets and a different table.

R.I.P. Steve Jobs

“You can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something – your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.”

Steve Jobs – Stanford commencement speech 2005


For ages now I have wanted quiet time. Silence so that I can reflect and “think” . Great and profound thoughts would come to me through the ether if only the air was not filled with noise.

I was wrong. There is now silence, no one is bothering me and I hate it . I miss the requests to read and color. To help put on and take off dress up clothes, to adjudicate over who pushed whom, and whose turn it is on the computer.

Sitting in my local bookshop I am not anymore enlightened, maybe just more aware of what is important to me. My children are happy and healthy and now, as they move on, so do I .

It is time to collect the twins from their first day of preschool. We will have lunch and wait for Brother to get home.

Baby steps to a different chapter. Tomorrow I will welcome the peace and start planning ahead, right now I’m taking a moment to look back at how far we’ve come.