Monthly Archives: December 2011

Happy New Year

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It’s New Year’s Eve – Let’s Celebrate

I am not afraid of tomorrow for I have seen yesterday and I love today.

I should like to wish all my blogging friends a really Happy and peaceful New Year.  May your wishes (and your resolutions) come true in 2012.


The Family Dog

Lotte tired

Wherever she had been she was now exhausted

The other day I received this from a friend.

Inner Peace:
If you can start the day without caffeine,
If you can always be cheerful, ignoring aches and pains,
If you can resist complaining and
boring people with your troubles,
If you can eat plain food every
  day and be grateful for it,
If you can understand when your loved
  ones are too busy to give you any time,
If you can take criticism and
  blame without resentment,
If you can conquer tension
  without medical help,
If you can relax without liquor,
If you can sleep without the aid of drugs,

…Then You Are Probably
The Family Dog!

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Christmas tree

Image via Wikipedia

One More Sleep: Santa’s Here Tomorrow

So now I would  like to wish you all a very, very Happy Christmas. Thank you for reading and following my blog; thank you for your kindness and your friendship which has developed and grown over the preceding months.

  • May you be with those you love and love those you are with.
  • May your memories of those who cannot be with you be warm and loving,
  • May the true spirit of Christmas descend into this warring world and may peace be known and felt around this world.
  • May all your wishes come true or if not all of them, then most or some of them.

Happy Holidays

Song From Heaven

Carol singers

Are the children singing Christmas carols where you live?  They are here and even after all these years, Good King Wenceleslas sounds just wrong sung in the middle of summer.

I then got to thinking about some of the other Christmas hymns/carols we sing.  Do you know the story of Silent night?

We are told that on 24 December 1818 in a little village in the Austrian Alps, Father Joseph Mohr sat alone in his study reading the Bible.  A knock on his door summoned him up into one of the higher Alps to christen a boy child born that day.  He returned to his home and noticed that the hillside was alight with candles of the faithful going to Midnight Mass.  It is recorded that with the birth of the child and the lights in the valley, he felt as if a true Christmas miracle had come to pass.

Apparently, following the church service he returned to his study and tried to put down what had happened and how it had affected him.  By morning he had a poem and on Christmas Day his friend, Franz Xavier Gruber, a music teacher put the words to music.  That day in church the priest and the teacher sang the hymn unaccompanied as the organ was once again out of order.

In the village was a family of four children who sang together all the time and this new song quickly became a favourite.  In the next few years it was heard in the surrounding valleys as their parents were glove-makers and travelled to the fairs.

After hearing the children singing to entertain themselves while at the fair in Liepzig, the Director General of Music in the Kingdom of Saxony, invited them to attend a concert in the Gewandhaus (the ancient guild house of the drapers of Leipzig).  After the concert the Director General of Music, rose and invited them up to the stage.  They sang the hymn that Father Mohr had written following which there was complete silence before rapturous applause broke out. Presumably the children then sang the rest of their repertoire.

The King and Queen were in the audience and requested to receive them.  They asked the children to come to the castle to sing their song.  So on Christmas Eve in 1832 in the Royal Saxon Court in Pleissenburg Castle, at the end of the Christmas services, the four young Strasser children sang:

“Silent night! holy night!
All is calm all is bright
Round yon virgin mother and child
Holy infant so tender and mild
Sleep in heavenly peace!
Sleep in heavenly peace!”

And this song, composed by a humble village priest in a tiny village in the Austrian Alps has gone on to become one of the best known and best loved carols to be sung at Christmas all around the world.

Happy Holidays

The Pohutakawa Tree

Pohutakawa tree

Image via Wikipedia

“I think perhaps I’ll never see
A more magnificent  tree
Than our pohutakawa on display
With gorgeous blooms each Christmas Day.

Those dangling roots in search will cling
To cliff or rocks or anything
And nature put this gem so long ago
Where other trees just couldn’t grow.

Thus in pohutakawa’s ancient past
A gene had formed to make it last
And claim today triumphantly
That it’s New Zealand’s Christmas-tree.”

When noodling (my elder sister’s word) around thinking about what to write today’s post on, I came across this poem.  I don’t know the author but it was in a collection of New Zealand poems on

The Pohutakawa is regarded as our New Zealand Christmas tree and the Maoris say that if they produce plentiful blossoms then we shall have a good summer.  This year, summer has been late in coming but has now arrived.

So happy Christmas to all.  And by the way, for those interested, I have a new cast on today that looks like Santa’s boot.  Loads of fun in the orthopedic department today – everybody was in holiday mood.  And the good news was that I was in and out, x-rayed, new cast and all in just over one hour!  Whoo hoo.

Santa boot

I have many more attractive shoes!

What is Life – Part 2

I posted a poem by an unknown author on Monday.  The post was entitled What is Life and has spawned a life of its own.  I am so thankful to all those who added their lines, and would now like to share with you how clever our fellow bloggers are.

The original poem reads –

Life is a gift ….accept it
Life is an adventure ….dare it
Life is a mystery….unfold it
Life is a game….play it
Life is a struggle….face it
Life is beauty….praise it
Life is a puzzle….solve it
Life is opportunity….take it
Life is sorrowful….experience it
Life is a song….sing it
Life is a goal….achieve it
Life is a mission…fulfill it.

To this I added –
Life is for living….live it
Then JessieJeanine added –
Life is for loving….give it –
Lenore Diane added
Life is a story….tell it
And Kathy at Pocket Perspectives made me a get well gift using the poem and then produced a second post – morphed from the first entitled Happy New Day– Happy New Moment.
Then on this second post from Kathy
the petalpusher commented
Life is a big wave….surf it and
Sometimes life seems too salty….sweeten it!
Patricia added – Life is a gift … it

I really would love to hear your ideas on life to add to this growing list.

Thanks for reading and for all the good wishes and kind words you have sent me.  And here once again is the ubiquitous rainbow that I wish to share with you.


My rainbow

“And when it rains on your parade, look up rather than down.
Without the rain, there would be no rainbow.”
Gilbert K. Chesterton

On Making a Discovery

“On the Coast of Coromandel,
Where the early pumpkins grow,
In the middle of the woods.
Lived the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
Two old chairs, and half a candle,
One old jug without a handle,
These were all his worldly goods:
In the middle of the woods,
These were all the worldly goods
Of the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
Of the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.”
Edward Lear 1812-1888

Yonghi Bonghi Bo

Go back some 44 years and imagine two small Scottish children transported to the other side of the world knowing nobody.  But they had been brought up on poems and nonsense rhymes rather than Nursery Rhymes and The Courtship of the Yongh-Bonghy-Bo was one of their favourites.

Imagine their delight, therefore, when a couple of weeks after arriving in this new and strange land, we discovered there is an area in New Zealand called The Coromandel.

Of course, we had to visit the area at the first possible opportunity.  I think my little children expected to see the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo or at the very least The Lady Jingly Jones.  Not so but what we did discover was Hot Water Beach, known forever in this family as Hot Water Bottle Beach.  This is a fantastic phenomenon/ experience.  Here one can dig into the sand and hot water escapes to the surface forming a hot water pool.  We are told by our friends at Wikipedia ” The water, with a temperature as hot as 64°C (147°F), filters up from two underground fissures located close to each other. These natural springs can be found on the beach opposite the off-shore rocks. Visitors often dig large holes and relax and soak in the thermal water. Many visitors bring a spade and bucket with them. Spades can also be hired from the nearby surf shop.”

Hot Water Beach

Via Wikipedia

So the children quickly got over their initial disappointment and enjoyed a winter’s day at the beach.  We returned often during the years when they were growing up.

















What is Life?

We often ask ourself this question.  Recently I came across this perspective on life in a book “Even Eagles Need A Push” by David McNally.  Read it and then check out your response to each of the statements:

Life is a gift ….accept it
Life is an adventure ….dare it
Life is a mystery….unfold it
Life is a game….play it
Life is a struggle….face it
Life is beauty….praise it
Life is a puzzle….solve it
Life is opportunity….take it
Life is sorrowful….experience it
Life is a song….sing it
Life is a goal….achieve it
Life is a mission….fulfil it

And to this I add my own comment
Life is for living….live it.

And the following have been contributed by other bloggers –

Life is for loving….give it – JessieJeanine
Life is a story….tell it  – Lenore Diane

The author is unknown but it seems to me that he had cracked the code and answered the question What Is Life in the best possible way.

I have now printed this out, laminated it and put it on the wall of the study where I can see it every day.

Baby Eagles

Getting reading to fly from the nest

Come To the Edge


Learning to soar in a changing world

“Come to the edge, he said
They said: We are afraid
Come to the edge, he said
They came
He pushed them and they flew”
Guillaume Apollinaire, French Poet and Critic – 1880-1918.

Today I feel as if this were directed at me.  Looking at the crutches saying I cannot get down the two stairs outside my house and guess what – I can.

So in this time of healing and resting up I am still learning that there is little I can’t do.  I have to trust and have belief in myself and my strength.  And embrace all that is being offered to me in the way of friendship, help and love.


My rainbow

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Bugger, Broken Bone, Confined to House

So here I am unable to drive and totally dependent upon the goodwill of others.  I can get around the house with reasonable ease but haven’t yet ventured outside.  So am beginning to feel a touch of Cabin Fever.

Thank goodness for a sense of humour in this situation.

  • Having a friend at my beck and call.  “Please, may I have a cup of coffee”  “Can you give me my book, my glasses, the pain killers etc”  Can’t carry anything with crutches.
  • Using my alternative means of getting around (other than my crutches)  – my old lady Zimmer frame.
  • Climbing up the three stairs to the bathroom on my backside (aka bum) and then getting onto my knees to pull myself up.
  • I am sure as the time goes by there will be many more humorous happenings and moments to remember.

And thank goodness for a sense of gratitude

  • It could have been so much worse – a fractured bone will heal but those people I meet regularly at the Hospice won’t.
  • My next door neighbour’s sister who was in a coma for months following an accident now requires 24-hour nursing care.  She will not heal.
  • Those others with degenerative diseases, physical or mental will not heal.

And so I say thank you for making me so physically fit normally that I can overcome this obstacle in my life and learn from it.