Through my Lens – Life

Life has a habit of catching us off-guard when we least expect it. How we react to circumstances can also sometimes catch us off-guard.
And that is how my week began last Monday.
Suffice to say, the issues that arose were not with me. However I have not escaped unscathed as I have fought all week with the black dog as a result.
However, I am a fighter and I am strong. The dog will not drag me along after him whilst I hang gamely onto its leash in my attempts to reign him in. Continue reading

Talking about death

Whilst we were with the Son and my daughter-in-law the day after our angel passed, I asked the First Born whether she had told her children what had happened.
They had seen her happy and busy preparing for the upcoming baby shower and now they suddenly didn’t have mummy at home with them much. She wasn’t happy any more and cried a lot. I thought that they must a little confused.
She replied that she hadn’t but that she would talk with them about it later that day.
There are two schools of thought about speaking with children about death. Those who believe children don’t need to know and those that believe a child has as much right to mourn as an adult. Continue reading

Giving Thanks

This morning I came across a post at a fairly new blog (to me) that challenged the readers to write about gratitude.
The first thing that came to mind when I read this was a song that I used to sing in my church-going days. It was written by Don Moen and entitled “Give Thanks”.
Although I don’t attend church these days, my love of the music that I enjoyed during my time in attendance has not diminished.
I appreciate songs for their beauty and their messages and many lines in this song still resonate as loudly with me today as they did back then. Continue reading

Beauty for an angel

“Do you want flowers on the casket?” the funeral director asked looking toward me.
Thankfully, although the kids broke down each time we talked about arranging the funeral we had discussed the subject of flowers prior to my meeting with the funeral home.
“No. We will supply flowers for the service” I replied. Continue reading

Rise above the Storm

The other afternoon, the Tween (nearly Teen now) and I were outside photographing two storm fronts that were coming over.
We won’t discuss the fact that stress is causing me to have brain farts such as forgetting how to set my camera to bulb function that meant I didn’t get too many lightning shots. 😦
Anyway, after a lightning bolt landed in a paddock not too far away and my assistant screamed “We’re going to die” we high-tailed it back inside to the relative safety of the indoors to wait out the storm. Continue reading

The importance of just being there

I have always been of the belief that when words fail (and in some circumstances not even words can help) then just being there is enough.
Unfortunately it took the events of the past two weeks to reinforce this belief but I am glad that it did.
So many people have difficulty in expressing what they feel.
They believe that they just don’t have the words or the situation makes them feel uncomfortable so they just pull back and don’t communicate at all. Continue reading

Touched by an Angel

There are things that happen in life sometimes that leave people scratching their heads. Some would say that it is coincidence.
Some praise God for having a hand in unfolding events.
Whatever the conclusion reached there are sometimes events that occur that defy explanation and leave you feeling as if you were somehow a part of a great plan written by someone else.
Such was the case with the life of tiny Suzanne Joy. Continue reading

Compassion and understanding require no reason

The other day (don’t ask me which day because the days of the past two weeks have blurred into each other) I read something that stuck with me.
I don’t know where I saw it but the words hammered on that little bell in my head and I stored them away for future reflection.
The question was asked “If each person had the suffering they have endured in life written on their forehead would you treat them any differently”?
My first thought was “You’d need more space than my forehead for my family” but then I stopped thinking selfishly to ponder the words. I mean I really spent some time in thought on this.
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