I see colour again
The black and white spell
Has crumbled at last
His hand was extended
With firmness it shook
I steadied my gaze
And with surety
I stood.
I took some care and wrapped it around my salted wound, with love I tied it carefully, I dried the blood with the tears from my swollen eyes, and with patience I handed it over to time to complete the final touch.

Searching for a new beginning,
Bid farewell to hours past.
The blessings, there were many,
Days and years flown by so fast.
My soul, an empty shell, shall feel
Until it’s filled with love at last.
I cut off all the dead branches
That I was hoping would flower
Fruits to eat
I wept over the dead wood
Mourning the loss of that
Which was never or not
My tears watered the soil
That was dry from neglect
And through my sorrow
New branches formed
With life and vitality
Bearing fresh fruits
Sweet to eat
It is sunny in Sydney today. We do not live right near the coastline, but on days like these I wish we did. I have a craving to pop onto the beach sand and go for a walk, hearing the sound of the ocean waves. But the craving does not extend to going for a forty minute drive to do so. I am feeling sadness wash over me, reminiscent of this time of year. April always has it’s own feel about it. It is my birthday month, and the month I lost my mother. Today is my niece’s birthday in South Africa, she will be ten today.
I took a sabbatical from work to spend time with my children, to enjoy my blog, and to finish my book. My book is finished. The first publisher let me down, so I am now publishing with another company. They do not seem to be in any rush to get it out the door it seems. But my part is done. I would have loved to have had a hard copy on my first day back at work, it seems that day is still a few weeks away. Even so, I love reading the pages on my iPhone, it makes me happy. I have learnt a lot in the past few months – inDesign skills, stock images, visual design. A whole new set of skills. My children’s book has been written, the illustrations and design of which are both work-in-progress.
I feel sad to leave the routine that I have created behind. Also, not sure what work I will be doing, apparently there is work waiting for me. I do not know what is in store, it always changes. This time next week I will be back in the office, and my blogging frequency will most likely decrease. Have started an online poetry course with the University of Iowa. I may share some of my posts here (Teddy Bear Haiku (I) from yesterday was the first), and look forward to learning “official” poetry skills. My blog lay dormant from Jan 2014 to Sept 2014, I really wanted to write and there was a desire to do so, but I didn’t know what to write about. Starting the Daily Prompts in September last year really helped to inspire me. Thankful for all the help and encouragement from the readers at WordPress, and especially those who have read from the beginning, helping and encouraging at each step ❤
My daughter is playing with the neighbours outside. I can hear their voices. My son is at a friend. It is his last year of "primary" school, next year he changes schools. My children are slipping out my fingers. The radio is playing, and the songs are making me somewhat melancholic. From next week I have a new beginning. A new beginning in a renovated office (my old desk is gone!). As an aside, I stood outside the building pictured above on a February day in 2007, wishing that some day I could work there. (I worked for the same company in South Africa). Not knowing how to make it happen. And it all fell into place. My time there is not yet complete, going back for another session!
The end of this precious time of my life, and a new beginning.
Thank you for reading 🙂
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