Thursday, 24 July 2008
Where Our Hearts Collide.
I am basking in the glow, not of this wonderful warmth and sun we finally have, but of the timeless joy I am getting from our days outdoors, as I mentioned on Tuesday. I am keeping it close as we draw to the halfway point in the school holidays.
When we got back from the beach on Tuesday, I couldn't stop thinking about how I had felt whilst sitting there on the sand watching the children play. Isn't it wonderful that some things never lose their magic, their lustre? It's like finding a beautiful pearl in amongst the glittering baubles in the little box of my life. 'Oh! I had forgotten this! Look! It's still here!' And now I have these little people to share it with, and yet it is already a normal part of our summer days.
Below is a picture taken in 1977, on the same beach, Brittas Bay. From left, there's my sister Emma, my older brother Andrew, Chris, and me. I think I'm right in saying that Simon was probably about a month old so that's why he doesn't feature!
And as I came in the door on Tuesday evening, fresh from the beach, I went straight to the bookshelf and pulled out our copy of this book which was one of my favourites growing up.
It's one of Marcel Marlier's books called 'Johnny and Sophie at the Seaside', and I loved it because in my head it was Brittas Bay, and that was me (oh how I wished I looked like Sophie!) running up the sand dunes. It was especially beloved on a winter's evening by the fireside, just like the beginning of the book.
I'm not sure what happened to the original one I had, but somewhere along the way my Dad picked up this copy in Irish!
And so the wheel turns. The circle of life goes round. And I get to see it through the eyes of a child once more, and I truly am transported.
And I give thanks, for I am blessed.