Drifters, nomads, and even the state of impermanence: this week, share your photos of transient.
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RAINBOW
Sun is shining.
The rainbow appears and disappears in a wink.
Taken from my doorstep!
Today was Wig Wednesday for Kids Cancer. The children had to wear a wig or do something with their hair and bring a coin to school for KidsCan.
Before school children.
The school collected $200.00 today. The whole school all dressed up!
For more information please click the following link https://wigwednesday.childcancer.org.nz/
David at WordPress says:
This week, show us your favorite in-focus and out-of-focus moments.
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/photo-challenges/out-of-focus/
The wasp is focusing on carrying the spider up the wall.
Can you see the Weta?
After School care: this boy was very creative. He first tried to do the building on his own. It did not work out. He read the instructions and whala- the end result was awesome.
Every morning we open our Restaurant at the
Before School Center.
The table is neatly set!
The kitchen table.
Each girl has a task.
The customers are ready to have breakfast.
SMILE
Start eating!
We have the best cooks and waiters!
Like Jesus, every human being has enough memories in his past to occupy his time and thoughts continually. It is not the remembrance of these incidents but the reliving of them that creates havoc in our souls. Mother Angelica
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REMEMDER!
Unbelievable! After 25 years, I am standing here, looking at the ruins of the rehabilitation centre.
The entrance is dilapidated. Seized with emotion, tears of affection roll down my cheeks. Deep within me, memories churn and tangle around. My thoughts are a vortex of anxiety, sadness, despair, and yet at the end victory.
January 2, 19 … Soft hands helped me up. The hands put me into the waiting vehicle. I felt tired, so tired and nauseous. I did not want to live. A soft voice kept on calming me down. The voice, soft and reassuring, kept on talking to me.
It’s a long ride. Each turn made me feel as if I were tumbling over the edge. Deep into the mountains and high on a hill the vehicle came to a sudden halt. The door opened. I fell out like a bag of potatoes from the vehicle. Again the soft hands and voice. People lead me into the building. It smelled of clean floors. The smell of freshly cooked food sickened me. When did I last have a decent meal? I couldn’t remember. I had to get my bottle. What did I do with it? I got mad with anger. I trembled from head to toe. Strong hands took a firm hold on both my shaky arms. They took me through corridors and around corners. Suddenly I heard a door opening. In front of me a bed, a pillow and blanket. The hands pushed me down onto the bed. They left. I could not stop shaking. Everything faded away. I flopped, onto the bed.
Many days later I woke up. My head was still aching, but the shaking was gone. They transferred me to a dorm with eight other people. The room was airy and clean. My roommates showed me systematically where everything was.
I can remember that there were three wings each with passages and small single rooms and at the end of each a dorm with eight beds. The passages were divided into two wings, with a kitchenette and bathroom on both sides of the passage in the middle.The kitchenette had a kettle, some cups and a small fridge. We could make our coffee or tea which the hospital provided.
There were small enclosures between the wings of the building. Inmates could sit outside and breathe fresh air. Everything was secured down. There was no opportunity for any escape.
As each person improved, they each gradually got more freedom.
A fully furnished recreation room provided hours of fun for the patients. Every person had some chores to do. Cooking, cleaning, gardening later. In the end, persons were led to live a better life again. After two years of rehabilitation, I could go back into the community, rehabilitated and well. Clean of alcohol and drugs, and here I stand again, looking at the ruins of the hospital which I am going to enter in a moment from now. It hurts to look back at that time, but I am grateful for the soft voice and hands that brought me here that day twenty-five years ago.
I have taken all the photos. The hospital was locked and I had to take the photos through the windows.
Part two will be about entering the hospital and telling what could be seen, felt and remembered.
My birthday is in February.
Due to posting issues, my sister in South Africa postponed sending
this precious present.
Two weeks ago she said:
“Keep an eye out, I’ve posted your present.”
It took less than two weeks to reach me.
I opened the envelope.
I at first stared in awe!
Unbelievable!
Sorry folks!
I have not been to the groomers.
This is how I look at the moment.
Big surprise.
Thank you to my son and daughter in law for
this wonderful
MOTHER’S DAY
gift.
Beatrix also sent me a painting made by her tiny hand.
Very sweet don’t you think?
Ben Huberman says at:
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/photo-challenges/heritage/
This week, share a photo that channels a living tradition, whether it’s your own or someone else’s.
HERITAGE
I do not know if it was my father who started the photo scrapbook
or if my grandmother/father had started it.
After both, my parents had passed my
younger sister gave me the following scrapbook
as an heirloom.
Front cover:
Family tree written by my father.
My young grandparents from my fathers side
