The term ‘eye candy’ is one that I came to late in life but I’ve always been a glutton for colour.
Mother had a big thing about ‘eye appeal’ when it came to food and always had a pot of herbs on the go to ‘garnish’ plates that she felt needed a bit of a lift. I loved being the one to dash out the back and bring in a sprig of parsley, some chives, feathery fennel or maybe a mixture of everything and watch her transform plain to picturesque.
These memories of Mother are like interlopers on what I intended to write. Funny how that happens. I guess it’s because she appreciated the little things and life is made up of tiny, tiny moments which we need to appreciate as they are so precious.
So, I will just savour this moment and I hope you stop and appreciate a tiny memory from your day, week, life or loved one who has died but certainly not without leaving lots of shared moments to treasure.
We do not remember days, we remember moments. (Cesare Pavese)
This photograph of Ballyscanlon Lake has lived on my computer for almost five years now and I remember the moment I took it as if it were now.
It was back in late September 2010, just a few weeks after my father died and I followed the sunset out to Ballyscanlon Lake. I remember nothing of the day involved but will never forget the peace and solitude that I experienced watching the sun setting on that still evening when the air was full of fragrance after rain.
Ballyscanlon was a favourite haunt of Dad’s and I had such a strong sense that night of his presence there with me.
It never ceases to amaze me how particular photographs can bridge time and peel back layer after layer of thought, emotion and experience.
Do YOU have special photographs that are like bridges to precious moments?
Happy November All and thanks to everyone who took part, in whatever way, in The Festival of Bridges which took over Social Bridge for the last few weeks. It was a great experience and I’ve come to meet all sorts of new people through it, which is brilliant.
Today has been like an interlude between finishing a book that you’ve loved and looking at the pile of books that are waiting to be read and which hold promise.
The day started very early indeed as the dogs were restless with the Halloween fireworks and the like. As a result I ended up being up before dawn and got to see the sunrise.
While out walking, I was thinking about the concept of the new normal which is so dominant these days. It tends to be used a lot in the context of grief and how we have to come to terms with ‘the new normal’ but it is also used in relation to lots of aspects of life.
It’s a notion that has long grated with me and I wasn’t able to put my finger precisely on why until today.
Basically, I think that the notion of normal is very much a social construct that we build to give ourselves a sense of security. But really, our lives are changing all the time in a whole host of ways.
Trying to come to terms with a ‘new normal’ seems to me to be as futile as puppy Stan chasing birds on the beach. He runs and runs and they soar up into the sky and leave him looking stunned and frustrated every time. Sometimes, he even loses sight of what he’s doing and races into the sea after a gull that takes off over the ocean as soon it it spots him on the rampage.
Why not think of life as ever-changing moments which are there for us to experience, learn from, endure, enjoy?
There sun will never rise on November 1, 2014 again. It was a magical time here on the coast of Co. Waterford ~ an energetic awakening to the importance of seizing the moment.
What’s your feel about the concept of the new normal, especially in the context of coping with grief?