Video by Bakhtiyor Sayakulov from Pixabay
This is my idea of a peaceful Sunday… pity there was no sound though…
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Jaye’s Days… My Perfect Moment…
After what has seemed like a very long time, I have found my perfect moment.
I finally managed to get to the sea, and the sun was shining. A strong breeze from the water created some medium-sized but beautiful waves.
We had visited this beach the week before, but the weather was atrocious that day, and we nearly froze. The weather report was more favourable yesterday, so we made the journey again.
I have been trying to snatch a few precious moments to get my sea fix, and it was beginning to look like it might never happen.
The sea is my soul mate and very special to me. I need to commune with the spirits of the deep regularly.
Seeing how my health seems to be slowly deteriorating, I need to keep my soul happy, or I may give up. So yesterday was invaluable for several reasons.
Once on the seafront, the family were busy fussing about coffee or something to eat, but the sea was calling me, and I wandered slowly down the shingle beach and headed for the water. Almost immediately, the deafening sound of the waves beaching and the sweeter sound of the water filtering through the shingle lifted me out of this world. A world where I was completely at home.
I wanted to sit down, stay awhile, and enjoy the moment, but the shingle was wet, so I perched on a breakwater, mesmerised by the crashing waves.
I managed to film my perfect long-awaited moment on my phone, so I could share the moment with you…
Silent Sunday…
Silent Sunday… Enjoy!
#Empty Rooms… #Poetry
I found my sisters artwork hidden in the shadow of her empty rooms An old sketch caught my eye Bright sparks, stars, orbit over our house Damp air from my open window made me hold my breath A sudden swirl, lifting dry leaves The rustle made me think of her footsteps Something I haven’t heard in over a year Harsh words had passed between us Christmas coming up, I keep my fingers crossed We can make things better around the family table I breathe slow, as we pull a cracker together Fingers crossed; we can put the harsh words behind us… ©AnitaDawes2022
#BlogBattle ~ Merge ~ #Poetry
December #BlogBattle: Merge
Carrie doesn’t live here anymore I walk from room to room The air that wrapped her, touches me Echoing past time The cushion on her chair sags with age Pointing at me, accusingly. screaming Why doesn’t Carrie live here anymore? I melt into the wallpaper Old, musty, dry walls I feel the weight of age I see the room through faded colours Tears held by fading flowers Paper peeling like old skin I feel like a ticking clock without the tick Worn out by time, the hands stuck At ten past twelve I see it on the mantelpiece The fire long cold, as Carrie doesn’t live here anymore A cold breeze rolled the walls That’s when I realised, I no longer live here…
© AnitaDawes 2021
A Very Different Day Out!
Our day out had been planned for weeks and was the only time that fitted with the family members involved. It was also the first time we were officially allowed to be together!
The weather report for our area sounded awful, howling gales, torrential downpours, and low temperatures. We should have called it off, but we all needed some time out, rain or no rain. And it couldn’t be that windy, could it?
We were headed for Worthing on the south coast, just a normal seaside town but one we hadn’t visited before. Part of our idea of visiting new places.
The journey by car would take an hour, at least it would have done if the traffic hadn’t built up around Chichester, adding another thirty minutes.
None of us mentioned the fact that the wind was trying its best to shove the car off the road and we arrived in good spirits, probably because it wasn’t raining.
The only trouble with visiting new places, is you never know where anything is or how much walking is involved. This is more important than ever these days, what with my arthritic knees and Anita’s heart condition.
Once out of the car, we were at the mercy of the wind, which was seriously trying to remove our clothes. It was bitterly cold too, and as we were all starving, we looked for somewhere to have lunch. This lead to another problem.
Lockdown might be over, according to the government, but the shops in Worthing obviously hadn’t heard about that and were still operating a strict policy of facemasks and limited admission to all shops.
It was at this point in the day that I think most of us wanted to go home, but malnutrition was setting in, and at least two of us desperately needed to sit down, so we renewed our search for a suitable eatery with a little more enthusiasm.
After lunch, we made our way to the sea front, eager to see the ocean in all its glory. Not that we could see very well at all, the wind so strong it was trying to push us over and was inverting our eyelashes, but what I could see of it was outstanding. There is nothing quite like an angry sea, huge waves building out to sea then careering towards us before crashing down on the beach. Even over the sound of the wind the noise of the water was deafening!
As days out go, this one was certainly different. Despite the weather, or maybe because of it, we all had a good time and haven’t laughed so much in months…
Jaye’s Week ~ Escape
It had been a long, busy, and complicated week and by Friday, I knew I had to escape, if only for a short while, or risk having a king-sized meltdown.
The weather wasn’t promising but that didn’t put me off.
The BW (boy wonder) was all for it, as he was just as frustrated as I was. Anita, however, is still not as strong as she would like to be, so took a little persuading as she doesn’t like being too far from the safety and comfort of home.
Luck was on my side for once, and in the afternoon, we piled into the car and made for the coast, the grey, overcast skies following us all the way. But the rain stayed away.
The sea was as calm as a mill pond, so not very inspiring, but we did catch the hovercraft coming and going, always a sight to behold.
We ended up walking along the sea front to Southsea Rock Gardens, one of my favourite places to walk around. Almost on the beach, this wonderful garden is full of wonderful plants and maintained by volunteers, and a grand job they do. Read my favourite post about this place.
I think it’s always a lovely place to visit, especially knowing the sea is right there and just as we were going to leave, this unusual visitor turned up, making the day even more special!
Anita enjoyed our escape and didn’t get too tired.
Me? I was grateful for the chance to get out of the house for a change!
(I wonder what this week will bring!)
#The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 489 ~ #Poetry
When silence comes knocking like a jackhammer
It’s time to run
Check your bank account
It may not be a good time to take a risk
So shelve that new idea
Don’t let that heavy metal feeling bend your spine
Shake the cobwebs from your mind
Try not to step into it when crossing the yard
Shower, soaped, you dry yourself down
Your mind wrapped in a haze
sleeping within the sound of silence…
© anita dawes 2021
Memories…
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Memories
This lockdown has made me think of all those days in the past, days of fun and freedom.
Days where I daydreamed so much more than I do now.
But this was a strange memory, from a time of great uncertainty, a painful time when fate had dealt us a blow that we would all need time to recover from.
Due to those unfortunate circumstances, we came to rest in a static caravan in the south of England. We didn’t have any money and couldn’t imagine life getting any better, not in our lifetime anyway.
But the peaceful countryside began to work a miracle and before too long, we relaxed and began to enjoy our retreat.
We were surrounded by green fields and visited by sheep, deer and invisible but rather noisy wildlife, but on one magical sunny day, something happened.
I was pottering in the little garden that surrounded the caravan, when I heard what sounded like a rather large creature breathing heavily.
The sound was loud and filled the air, but what was making it?
My mind conjured up images of a magical dragon, and I searched the sky, only to be disappointed. The breathing seemed to be getting much louder and faster. The excitement was overwhelming.
Something made me turn around and coming straight at me was this huge brightly coloured hot air balloon.
I had never been this close to one before, usually, they were too high in the sky to see properly.
This one was so low, low enough to touch the roof of the caravan. I watched, mesmerised, as the enormous balloon skimmed over the top of the caravan and slowly came to land in the field in front of me.
In my mind’s eye, the dragon had been wounded, crashed to earth. Deflated, it lay strewn over the grass like a pile of coloured rags…
I didn’t own a camera back then, but I found a video on Youtube so you can picture what I was seeing. (kinda backwards, if you know what I mean!
Anita Dawes and Jaye Marie 