I have been unwell over the last few days, which in no small measure, is due to my anxiety over today and the memorial mass for a much loved teacher
I have sourced some fantastic pieces and met some fantastic craftsmen.
The family planting the Himalayan acer
The benches by Martin Cook and his son Matt, and armillary by Robert Foster.
All have gone above and beyond to have everything at school for today.
I am thrilled at how well they have been received by everyone, I was mindful in my choices, of a man, who made a difference, who lived a humble life, who had exquisite taste and lived life his way.
I can’t imagine the family’s feelings of sadness and I hope their faith in each other will sustain them.
A life that touches others goes on forever!
He did, and it will!
I’ve had such a lovely weekend….
Saturday was relaxing with a trip to Michaela’s followed by afternoon tea at Dandelion and Burdock in Stock. Since her career change in August, it has been so lovely to have weekend time with Georgina, and yesterday was no exception.
After the scrumptious fare, and as it was a beautiful day we decided to walk the 5 km home. Probably not the most sensible thing in stilettos but hey!
Joe had already bought me a beautiful orchid on Friday, which will have pride of place in the bedroom, and as he was ided he had to buy non alcoholic Shiraz!
One of the things that really annoys my friend Debbie when we go away is my phone pinging, and I have promised to set it to DND when we go away in May, but it was great to hear the noise this morning and see a photo sent from AUstralia of Andrew and Lis at a friend’s wedding at St kilda.
How fantastic to have been in their thoughts this weekend, although just being a part of their lives in any small way is so enjoyable. As they all make their way in life and tread different paths, I love to hear and see what they have done and share their excitement in what they hope to do.
Now for a glass of fizz or two to conclude the weekend.
I recently applied for a job and from 17 applicants, I was one of seven shortlisted.
Interview details were shared and whilst daunted, I was ready to accept the challenge.
As interview day drew close, I was tempted to withdraw, but they say do something that scares you, and it did.
To have to go to a different place, meet different people, be open, engaging, professional and mindful that you are promoting what you can offer, do and be in a competitive scenario.
Tasks, exercises, group discussion, socialising, presentation and final interview.
Down to the last two…. in the process the realisation that I still had more to give, plans to bring to fruition and student success to celebrate.
I’ve been scared enough for 2017.
No one was appointed, but the experience has not been in vain! 🤗🤗💕😉
Today I had my nails painted by the wonderful Yas and she was telling me that she recently attended her great granpops funeral – he was 99. She said she never realised so much about his life and was proud to hear so much that was recounted.
She said he had been something to do with Morse code and she was touched by words the celebrant said.
When visiting graves or seeing the memorial service booklet, the life span is shown as e.g 1941 – 2016 and he said that the dash represents so little written down, but means so much to those that have lost their loved one, as that dash represents their life, memories, achievements and love both given and received.
Today is St David’s Day, patron saint of Wales, and once again a memory of my friend Sian came to mind. Passionately proud of her Welsh heritage and one of my favourite photos is of her in her Welsh Rugby top. We are almost at the first anniversary of her passing and I am feeling it very keenly, obviously nothing compared to her family.
I have worn a daffodil today both for Marie Curie and for Sian.
As my timeline continues I thought of how that would look –
1961 … and in Morse code three dots represent the letter S, how fitting.
People come and go, friends are forever.