Caught Off-Guard!

Jean 2

Imagine my surprise when I found that the camera on my phone had turned itself on me  when I thought I was in full flow taking photos of the sea in all its glory.

I couldn’t resist playing around with the shock image and instinct led me to place the heart on my sleeve.

Wearing your heart on your sleeve, to a fair degree anyway, seems to me to be part and parcel of having a personal blog. There’s just no point trying to be somebody that you’re not as that leads to an Oh what a tangled web we weave sort of situation which is basically unsustainable.

I guess I’m posting this fun post tonight as I’m celebrating the fact that I passed my annual eye test with flying colours this morning.

I will never, ever, ever take my sight for granted having woken up one winter’s day in 2003 to find that I was totally blind in my left eye. It was among the scariest experiences of my entire life and I count myself incredibly fortunate that the sight gradually returned over a 6-8 week period.

I will be forever grateful to the incredible care, kindness and honesty of the excellent eye specialist I ended up with that terrible morning. He guided me through what was a very dark time and it was lovely to see his smiles matching mine as we met again today. Caring doctors are among the greatest treasures in this world of ours.

I hope your day was even half as happy as mine!

 

 

 

 

What Page Are You On?

It’s 4pm on Sunday afternoon, August 16th,  here in Ireland and I’ve just been reclining after a lovely walk around Tramore Beach.

I always have a pile of books to hand and my choice today for a relaxing read was this particular favourite:

Love

While reading is a solitary activity, my mind often wanders to what books other people are reading as I’m reading mine. So this is the question I put to you, dear friends.

How fortunate we are to be able to read ~ in terms of both being literate and having the necessary eyesight!

The particular page I’ve been reading is 325 and this  gem:

Love after Love

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

(Derek Walcott)