64th Springtime….

I had to write about the passing of time today. I have returned from the town where I was born in Cornwall, after spending a long weekend there at a family reunion. I spent quite a lot of time in the house that belonged to my grandparents and where my Aunt and Uncle now live. I stood in front of the same window where I stood over sixty years ago wearing a bridesmaids dress and clutching a posy of wild flowers; a shy child then, uncomfortably striking a pose for the camera. I walked around the garden where I have walked so many times long ago, safe in the care of my grandparents. I looked at the old granite trough where chubby goldfish still swim, and the little avenue of apple trees I used to run through. I had a curiously strange, yet comforting feeling that my long departed grandparents were somehow there with me.

Nostalgia continued as we gathered with my father and various relatives to celebrate his cousin’s 90th birthday. Aunts, godparents and old friends each had a story to tell me, and a memory of the past to share. As we stood in the garden in the lovely Spring sunshine we looked at old photographs of the family and marvelled at the likenesses of our own children to their little known ancestors. We talked about those long gone as though they had only just stepped out of the room. It made me think that those we love and who loved us remain a part of our lives and in some ways have made us who we are.

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                                                  Poppies in my Grandparent’s garden.

Next day, at the beach, I meandered across the sand as I have done so many times in the past. I thought about the time I was punished at school by a bossy headmistress, when I handed in a note from my grandmother asking for permission for me to leave early one day. The headmistress knew that we were keen to get to the sea-side before tea-time! I guess she feared my leaving a little early would have had a detrimental effect on my education. I’m not really sure it would have made a big difference and who can doubt the benefit of a dose of fresh sea air? Deep in thought, I still got caught out by the stream that runs the length of the sand to the sea and offers no bridge to cross from one side of the sand to the other. Ah well, the shoes had to come off. There was nothing for it but to wade across to get to the crystal clear rock pools.

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Returning home to Dove Lane it was time to settle back in to routine. And yet, as always, family was uppermost in my mind. Our two sons were able to spend time together yesterday, an occasion that doesn’t happen as often as they like, as the eldest one lives in America, and the younger one was visiting him from England. They ‘Facetimed’ me and I watched their nine, (yes, they have nine children between them!) children playing together for the first time. There is something beyond heartwarming seeing your grandchildren naturally bonding together.

I am getting older now. I will soon have completed 64 Springtimes. Maybe I hanker  occasionally for my youth, for the odd bit of fame even, but I desire no money except insofar as I should like to be able to have enough to spend on my children and grandchildren… Can I still be helpful? I hope I can be in a useful, personal and direct way. I hope I have acquired some wisdom; I know one thing – I am well equipped to love.

I remember staring at my grandmother’s hands, they were a bit wrinkly and covered with veins and some brown splotches; they looked rather old to me, but it didn’t matter, they were there to hold on to me. That doesn’t seem long ago, yet now, here I am with my grandmother’s hands.

Blessings.

The Same Old Sun Up In The Sky

On my journey home  last night I looked at the winter sun hanging in the sky like a big red balloon. I thought about my eldest grandson who lives in America. I remembered telling him that whenever he missed us he could look up at the sun; the same sun that we looked at even though we were thousands of miles apart. It’s a comforting thought to know we share the same sky.

In times of loneliness or sadness I think we miss our loved ones more than ever. We only need to hear the few notes from a favourite shared song or pass a place we visited on happy days to slip into feelings of wistfulness.

But wherever we are in life there is always someone missing someone. The more we love the more our hearts can suffer when we are apart. But how lucky we are to love and to be loved.

Across the sea, a part of me

Stays in a house I know so well,

I left a footprint and a kiss

And a tear that softly fell.

And I visit often in my dreams

And swear I was really there,

Found my own way back, it seems

Across the sky we share.

A thousand miles can’t separate

Or loosen binds that tie,

And I can summon up your face

In the blinking of an eye.

(C) Lyn Halvorsen

                                   A favourite poem about my grandchildren:

My grandchildren came to the house today

And we took the time to stop and play.

Beloved little pair, playing with toys;

A sitting room filled with happy noise.

Special little people who like to dress

Like Superman, and a sparkly Princess.

We had a picnic laid on a cloth of silk

With gingerbread men and chocolate milk.

Left upon the bathroom mat

I see a twinkling sticker, a frog and a cat.

And in my handbag, what do I see?

A shiny lemon, dropped there for me.

(c) Lyn Halvorsen

Blessings to you….especially if you are missing someone today.

Lost in a Dream…

Where do we go when we dream?

Dreams fascinate me. I am not a dream expert but I keep a dream dictionary beside my bed so that if I have a particularly vivid dream during the night I can look it up straight away. Most of the experts seem to give interpretations that are far removed from what one might expect a dream to mean. Sometimes the explanations are comforting, but sometimes baffling, or even a bit worrying.

I do notice that if I have been working hard on a project until a late hour I am almost exhausted by the morning, as various dreams have been swirling around in my head all night long. So I guess this must be natures way of sifting through all the clutter in my brain and trying to put it into some sort of order. Why I would dream I was standing in the rain though, in a pair of threadbare pajamas, who can say?

Some dreams are unsettling; for me, dreaming of a stormy sea is common, with huge overpowering waves thundering towards the shore, cutting me off from the mainland. Snakes feature often too, and swimming in treacle. And don’t lets mention the toilet dreams.

But some dreams are good. Sometimes I can wake up and feel like I have connected with loved ones, both near and far away. I remember a very clear dream I had a while ago. I was playing with my little grandson who lives far away from me and we were having great fun together. It was real; certainly real to me.

                                          In My Dreams

I saw you in my dreams last night
I picked you up and held you tight.
We were underneath a sunny sky
Happy together; you and I.
You chuckled as I watched you play
And I wished I could have stayed all day.
But we both know that we were there,
Sharing a moment in time, somewhere.

The following words are attributed to Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Maybe all poets are led by their dreams:

What if you slept
And what if
In your sleep
You dreamed
And what if
In your dream
You went to heaven
And there plucked a strange and beautiful flower
And what if
When you awoke
You had that flower in your hand
Ah, what then?

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Just one more dream poem before I go….

Garden of Dreams

Once I dreamed I was in a magical wood;
A carpet of bluebells where I stood.
The nightingale sang to the velvet night
And set a myriad of stars alight.
And the lofty trees bent their branches low
To fold me in their arms below,
In that peaceful land of sleep.

And alone amidst the scented flowers
I felt the peace of the night-time hours
Settle round me like the softest cloth;
A tapestry woven with the spirit of love.
And I tumbled through a mystic land
Until daylight led me by the hand
Back from that peaceful land of sleep.

© Lyn Halvorsen

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