Mothering Love for even a Grumpy Mother

Today my heart swells with family love, the beautiful cards and gifts I received from my loved ones have really made my day.

 

 Below is a card which is especially sweet for me as my 4 year signed his name, he's only just discovering writing can be fun, refusing to even try in the past.

And this a lovely portrait of me drawn by my 6 year old that came with a lovely poem on the back.

Mothers Day. It's Mothers Day hip hip hooray

They've done lots of work so must be worn out

They've worked really hard and done cleaning and shopping

Our Mums are so special to us and caring for us

They are so nice and lovely, happy and sometimes sad

Sometimes they are grumpy and that's why I love her so much.

Happy Mothering Sunday.

We Shall Keep The Faith

Picture courtesy of Philip Klinger through Flickr 

Oh! you who sleep in Flanders Fields,
Sleep sweet - to rise anew!

We caught the torch you threw
And holding high, we keep the Faith
With All who died.

We cherish, too, the poppy red
That grows on fields where valor led;
It seems to signal to the skies
That blood of heroes never dies,
But lends a lustre to the red
Of the flower that blooms above the dead
In Flanders Fields.

And now the Torch and Poppy Red
We wear in honor of our dead.
Fear not that ye have died for naught;
We'll teach the lesson that ye wrought
In Flanders Fields.
In Flanders Fields we fought

by Moina Micheals

Blue Moon

New Years Eve this year landed on a Blue Moon, which looked amazing the moon seemed so huge it was visible all day, such a beautiful sight, it was so wonderful that I could not get a photograph to reflect its winter presence, however when looking through the pictures my Husband took I found one that captured the spirit of Winter for me, and a poem too.

"Have you ever noticed a tree standing naked against the sky,

How beautiful it is?

All its branches are outlined, and in its nakedness

There is a poem, there is a song.

Every leaf is gone and it is waiting for the spring.

When the spring comes, it again fills the tree with

The music of many leaves,

Which in due season fall and are blown away.

And this is the way of life."

- Krishnamurti

Fallen Apples & Crispy Leaves

"Smoke hangs like haze over harvested fields,
The gold of stubble, the brown of turned earth
And you walk under the red light of fall
The scent of fallen apples, the dust of threshed grain
The sharp, gentle chill of fall.
Here as we move into the shadows of autumn
The night that brings the morning of spring
Come to us, Lord of Harvest
Teach us to be thankful for the gifts you bring us ..."
- Autumn Equinox Ritual.