Okay, so here’s the thing. The new format isn’t really working for me. Is it working for you? No? Good.
I just cannot be pigeonholed into a routine. I just can’t. I know that is what creates a community – regular postings on certain things – because, you know, us humans do like routine, but honestly it is just too freaking hard. Not only that, it stifles my own creativity. The words just don’t seem to flow if I HAVE to write something.
So how about we just talk? And I might throw in a card and scrapbook page every now and again. Let’s just see how it rolls okay?
I would love to hear from you, you know. Do feel free to leave a comment below.
So let’s get down to it.
Today is Remembrance day. We don’t get a holiday here in Australia, but we do mention it, and I know of a few people that honour the two minutes’ silence at 11am.
I can never remember frankly. It’s not that I am not grateful for all those men and women that gave up their life so that I may have the freedom I enjoy now, it is just, well, life is so very busy. Which I know is the point. You should slow down, close your eyes and remember. I know. Maybe next year. I’ll try to remember it next year.
What I did think of, though is my grandfather. He fought in the second world war in Africa and Italy until he was injured in Rome. He never spoke about the war, but when he hit his nineties he got dementia and then he would think he was back in the war. He would make his bed like he was back in the army barracks and there was shouting about saving a child whilst he held a blanket in his arms as if he was holding a baby.
War totally and utterly sucks, especially for those that have to live and fight in it.
I hate war.
I hate the capacity of humanity to turn on each other and do the atrocious things we do.
It saddens me and feeds my already spiralling depression.
So let’s not talk about that.
Let’s talk about goodness, and kindness, and a world worth living in.
Let’s talk about how despite our capacity to annihilate ourselves and each other, we haven’t done that yet which must mean, on balance, there is way more good in then world than bad. Right?
Let’s talk about at the incredible things that happen that just take our breath away.
Or we can talk about what you had for dinner.
Me, salmon and baked beans.
I know, right? What’s with salmon and baked beans. Well, I shall tell you. I was meant to be making the vegetables that were to go with said salmon, except I got distracted (and this happens A LOT), so Mr C just opened a tin of baked beans instead. It was in fact quite delicious. One might even call it a winning combination, although probably not on Jamie Oliver’s list. No photo I’m afraid, because, let’s face it, who really wants to look at other peoples’ dinners. Not me.
Until next time,