It’s still unseasonably warm and sunny here, even for Southern California. If it wasn’t for our imminent departure for London and colder climes I think we might fly off the edge of the world altogether.
All tagged motherhood
Of Life, Family and Homer
I sit in my white chair in the late afternoon gazing out into the sky. Through the open window I hear the birds idly gossiping, the odd car door slams and voices murmur in the street below.
Windows Of The Sea
We walked along the beach this afternoon my daughter and I. She gathered shell fragments and I watched the footprints appear and disappear in the sand. The ocean was choppy and strong and I thought of Poseidon.
Daydreaming
My daughter and I headed out early this morning, a day packed with activities ahead of us. I took my usual place behind the wheel, admittedly somewhat frazzled due to all the preparations I had undertaken at a rather early hour.
Through the Darkness Brightly
Life took a rollercoaster turn around a week ago. Tighly bound as we are in our household, when one element falters we all feel the shift.
Light Thoughts
She sits in a quiet garden. The morning is suspended in a cool grey which whispers of a mist hanging low over an ocean not far away.
Beyond the Frame
Recently, I’ve been spending time gazing out of the window. I have a favourite chair, a white chaise longue that we bought in the early days of our Manhattan life. Whenever and wherever we move, I always make sure that it sits in comfort by the bedroom window.
Forever Young
Sunday was Mother’s Day here in America. It was a very sweet celebration this year. My daughter and her classmates sang songs about us; we were heroes, monster slayers and teddy bears while my son’s witty and heartfelt card made me smile in a way that hasn’t left me all week. It seemed somehow not quite right to sit for a meal and so we all piled into the car and drove down to Dog Beach.
There's an Ocean at the End of the Street
I was driving along the other day in Santa Monica- can’t remember where I was going- the lavender dreaminess of the place will do that to you. Suddenly up ahead at the end of the street in the distance I saw the ocean gleaming mischievous and silvery bright in the early afternoon sun. Just knowing that it’s there, lurking playfully, is a whimsical feeling.
Dreaming in California
Eight years of memories and experiences - like looking though a kaleidoscope. The family who moved from London to Manhattan is a far away remembrance and yet it feels like only yesterday that we arrived in the searing heat of a New York summer. The elusive ghost of time past that slips away when one tries to fix upon it.