One year on...

It has been one year since Mum died.  

Spending the day with Dad yesterday he told me of a dream he had had recently that gave him great comfort.

He was driving one of those motorised carts at airports, with all his luggage behind.  Mum was in front with her bag on wheels and she walked around a corner, to which he followed behind. 

Rounding the corner her bag was sitting but no sign of Mum, a friend was nearby and when Dad asked where Mum had gone, he said 

"Don't worry she has gone on ahead"

I have thought about this dream since and it has given me great comfort at times I am missing Mum the most.

She is not gone, she is just gone ahead.

I don't understand

What is wrong with people!

Yesterday I had to go and asses damage done to my house that was being rented.  

I don't think I will ever forget the smell of the
food, left to rot in the sink and the holes in and through the walls.  

What makes someone do this kind of damage.  I wish it was an easy answer to blame it on drugs, unstable personality that has some major anger issues or a world that teaches children that anything is ok.  

My heart broke as I walked through what was left of my lovely house and my prayer is now that everything can and will be fixed.  

Maybe I will be able to understand why this can and does happen, but for now I am still angry, sad and disillusioned. 


 

Serendipitous Moments

I am not quite sure why I am surprised at an amazing moment, and yet I often am.

I was trying to describe these serendipitous moments to a friend.  It is being IN the moment, time seems to stand still, rushing on around you as you are trapped in an inexplicable moment of time.

These were my moments from this week.

Thursday, while on a crowded bus on an extremely busy road I see, what I think is a peacock walking across the road.  Cars have not skidded to a stop but are certainly making way.  On closer inspection it is actually a mother duck walking her ducklings across the road.  What I had thought was the tail was actually the ducklings walking behind her.

Friday, walking out the train station I hear violin music.  I don't know why I am often drawn towards beautiful sounds, but I am.  There outside my coffee shop is a busker playing the most amazing classical music.  I can't think of a better way to start the day than drink a latte while listening to a violin. 

And just to show not all serendipitous moments need to be wonderful uplifting. While sipping my coffee I feel something drop on my arm, ohh yes, on looking down a pigeon has pooped on my sleeve.  I have to say not sure I get the whole you are super lucky when a bird besides you need to be pooped on but there you go.  After much laughter and me scrubbing my arm to get myself semi clean I was ready to head to work.  I can't say the last was good for me but it certainly gave he guys I was having coffee with a laughter point for the day. 

Maybe it was there to keep me grounded and take myself too seriously.

Life is such an amazing thing when you really think about it ....