To my darling brother, Whom I have known for fifty years today, A message that is on my heart to share with you, On your special birthday far away ... I am not sure how to write this, nor how to best begin, and so am going to pretend that we are in the … Continue reading A Letter To My Brother
I started my life in Africa living in a little house, on a hill, called “Weedy Heights”. I have recently learnt the address of this home that I once knew, felt safe in and loved, but have not seen it since I was three years old. I have no idea whether it kept that name, … Continue reading Weedy Heights
An excerpt from the book “Reconciliation: Healing the Inner Child” by Thich Nhat Hanh. FROM THE INTRODUCTION “In each of us, there is a young, suffering child. We have all had times of difficulty as children and many of us have experienced trauma. To protect and defend ourselves against future suffering, we often try to … Continue reading On Healing the Inner Child, by Thich Nhat Hanh
Words by Dorothy Law Nolte PhD. Image and layout by Holly Maxwell Boydell. Prepared and posted onto The White Space's page in January 2015 at http://www.facebook.com/thewhitespace. ~ : ~ Added note: The adults running the world right now, are the children of yesterday. The children of … Continue reading Children Learn what they Live
I wonder what you see when you look at this photograph of two children? We all see things according to our own lives and experiences, but sometimes the messages are universal. I know what I see and I know what I feel, when I look at this photograph. I know one of these children very … Continue reading When We Look Into The Eyes Of Children
As I waved goodbye to one of my children, who was setting off back down South yesterday, watching her disappear down the country road, I turned back to close our gate slowly and stopped to take in this sign pinned onto our property ... "Children playing. Keep gate closed." It spoke volumes to me. How … Continue reading Children playing
Update, Tuesday 2 January 2018 Looking back through some of my blog posts, I reread this diary note and felt that it was time to reveal who the 'mystery' violinist is, whom I met with his delightful wife when he was performing at a recital at Monteviot House, near to where we currently live.