As I finish packing for another trip, I realise that I am asking myself why do I travel. What is it that makes me want to go to new places, get lost, lose things, forget things, not know the language, not know what I am ordering. Why on earth do I do this?
The Sunday just gone marked Mothers Day in Australia. So what else should I let inspire me in writing for this than the woman that inspires me every single day!
In my very first post, I mentioned that I have been dabbling in writing a variety of things for a while now, one of those being poetry. There is a part of London that I love walking through and will often set off on that walk if I need a break, or some thinking time, or to just escape the business of the world for a while and just appreciate life.
The following poem is one of the first things I had written as an adult, purely for my own pleasure, and I often still reflect on the same things when I am walking along the particular section where I stopped and wrote it.
This was written during a walk along the River Thames on 2nd March 2014.
This year marks 10 years since my Dad’s sister, Aunty Trish, passed away. My cousins have decided on the most amazing way to mark this. Instead of being sad about her absence, they decided that an appropriate tribute would be to spend the year enjoying the activities she loved, and to complete her bucket list by doing the two activities she often talked of but never quite got to do. Continue reading “Trish’s List”
We all have ghosts. Sometimes they appear when we least expect it.
Some ghosts are very welcome, some a surprise, others unwelcome, and some we are not quite sure how we feel about, so kind of push them to the side until we either work out what to do with them, or forget until they resurface again. I’m sure you have all had people from the past resurface in your lives, or even memories of people because you have walked past somewhere you had been with them, or seen someone who is like them either in appearance or mannerisms. They all have different effects and cause us to respond in different ways.
It has been 5 and a half years since I moved over to the UK from Australia and I have done a fair amount of travel in that time. I also had my fair share of holidays with my family and then friends as I grew up, and obviously a lot more since. On these travels I have discovered things I enjoy and things I want to avoid, and how to rely on myself.
The attack in my home city of London this week as well as my job as a primary teacher made me think pretty deeply over the last few days.
My first thought when I found out about it was obviously that I needed to check on my friends who work in the area to make sure that they were ok.
Then I thought about my class of 9 and 10 year old children. I knew that some would have watched the news with their parents and discussed it, others would have limited information because they are only kids after all and their parents wouldn’t want them concerned. These, plus the overly dramatic ones, can make for some interesting playground conversation. I knew I needed to discuss it with my class.