I have been thinking a lot about the gifts I have from my friend . I struggle somewhat with the words but with some reflection here goes:The love of Purple Green and White.
Pottery beads, hand crafted and withstanding the heat of firing. Hands that are steady when life is turbulent.
My blue coffee cup: raised money for Amnesty with a gathering in the garden.
The pots that hold my paint brushes.
Dyed silk that holds a natural dye. A way of going forward when confronted with bad news.
Northcliffe: an adventure for five year old boys curious to find tiger snakes!
Later a respite in the winter with the wind whipping round the house as I sit and read about women in Early Modern times.
Things that must be said.
A coffee or green tea in a generous round cup.
Conversations in the garden, the front room , floating in the pool, at the beach, art days and finally where she is most comfortable. And it is not just idle chat and we both Knew that.
A deep understanding of the importance of writing. Endless encouragement to do this.
A shared view of how important the children are. Her own son and his partner, her grand children, others' children not to mention my own son, and even those in early modern times.
Love that was unconditional and promoted a fair go.
Freshly baked bread, a hearty bowl of soup, or delicious salad and a table shared.
A book plate to prepared to keep me busy whilst I grieve. I am grateful that she sees the proofs.
Generosity, Scholarship, Friendship.
Lastly her gift of the friendship of her life-long partner: his warm affection, calmness and special way of saying Hmm.
My hat goes off to you.
Pottery beads, hand crafted and withstanding the heat of firing. Hands that are steady when life is turbulent.
My blue coffee cup: raised money for Amnesty with a gathering in the garden.
The pots that hold my paint brushes.
Dyed silk that holds a natural dye. A way of going forward when confronted with bad news.
Northcliffe: an adventure for five year old boys curious to find tiger snakes!
Later a respite in the winter with the wind whipping round the house as I sit and read about women in Early Modern times.
Things that must be said.
A coffee or green tea in a generous round cup.
Conversations in the garden, the front room , floating in the pool, at the beach, art days and finally where she is most comfortable. And it is not just idle chat and we both Knew that.
A deep understanding of the importance of writing. Endless encouragement to do this.
A shared view of how important the children are. Her own son and his partner, her grand children, others' children not to mention my own son, and even those in early modern times.
Love that was unconditional and promoted a fair go.
Freshly baked bread, a hearty bowl of soup, or delicious salad and a table shared.
A book plate to prepared to keep me busy whilst I grieve. I am grateful that she sees the proofs.
Generosity, Scholarship, Friendship.
Lastly her gift of the friendship of her life-long partner: his warm affection, calmness and special way of saying Hmm.
My hat goes off to you.
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