Heartbreak

As we approach the 1st of December and all that advent brings, how good it is to see the community spirit of kindness, care and help as has been displayed over the last 24 hours in Glasgow following the tragic helicopter accident last night.  The latest I have heard about is a taxi company offering to help those who can't afford to visit their loved ones in hospital.

Such a conflict of emotions: the heartbreak of loss and injury for so many on the one hand, and on the other, pride in the heartfelt courage and generosity of so many Glasgow folk.

 How I would love to see a similar spirit, in the whole of this country, amongst those who have power, position, wealth and control. Come on those in government, banking, big business (including the energy suppliers). Come on those in the media - share the good news for a change! Come on all shareholders and profiteers. Come on all councils, organisations and employers. Come on all of you who don't have to worry about paying any of your bills this winter. Come on - put greed down, for it will ruin this world eventually - put greed and self-interest down - please!

How I long to see, all over this country, the spirit of Scrooge before the visits of the three ghosts, replaced with the spirit of Scrooge as he became on Christmas morning!

Small Things

It’s been a rough few weeks with one thing or another.  However, I’ve given myself a shake and have been concentrating on blessings rather than problems.  Yesterday I appreciated all over again some small but lovely things:

The comfort of my favourite flip-flops – beginning to wear, but so comfy I’ll wear them until they fall apart

The deliciousness of the day’s first cup of coffee

A banana – ripe, but not too ripe – stops me feeling hungry and I know it’s healthy

The lovely scent of tomatoes as I open the greenhouse

The ‘chirruping’ of our two guinea-pigs when they hear me passing their hutch

Being able to watch on television, from start to finish, a great tennis match

Hearing my grandson chuckling at the antics of the players at a charity tennis match

Watching evening fall........................................................

 

It's Good To Share!

I spent yesterday afternoon in the company of four friends whom I haven’t seen for a while.  We all worked together some years ago and have kept in touch.  It was a glorious afternoon weather-wise, I was collected and driven home by our host, the food was fantastic, and our host and hostess’s home was full of chatting women, playing children and an exuberant boxer dog.  The hospitality was wonderful! 

As folk who know me are aware, life for me and my wee family is full of challenge at the moment, and I was so grateful to be able to share some of this with my friends.  However, as each one of us shared our news, I realised that we all have current family-centred challenges, worries and difficulties. 

Unfortunately, no-one is immune from the challenges of life, so it is sometimes good to be given a wee shake to enable us to see beyond our own situation.  Without diminishing my family’s current difficulties, I have been reminded that we are not the only ones dealing with life’s ups and downs.  I also feel a bit humbled, which is no bad thing.

I am also reminded of what a relief it is to be able to share openly with friends – and to have friends with whom one can do this.  So here’s to friendship!

All Change?

It seems no time at all since August 1971 and the birth of my first daughter.  Over the intervening forty-two years there have been many, many changes.  Sadly, it seems that at least one thing has not changed for the better.

My daughter seemed healthy at first, but by three weeks old she was crying a lot.  Visits to the clinic did not help but eventually, when she was six weeks old, I managed to get an appointment with a paediatrician.  I had hardly stepped into the consulting room when the doctor was phoning for an ambulance and my baby and I were being rushed up the road from Perth to Dundee Royal Infirmary.  On arrival I was informed that Sarah has hydrocephalus and would very soon be prepared for neurosurgery.  That was to be the first of many rushed journeys between Perth and Dundee, and the first of the fifteen neurosurgical procedures that Sarah would endure over the next three years. 

I have forgotten a lot of the detail of the day-by-day challenges of dealing with Sarah’s various needs and her uncertain future.  Some things, on the other hand, I remember clearly.  Like the day Sarah was having a four-hour surgery and the phone went two hours into the operation.  My heart sank.  However, it was to let me know the operation had had to be delayed and was only now beginning.  I also remember the day we collected Sarah from hospital after a long stay and, by way of celebration, we popped into a cafe on the way home.  Because of the neurosurgery Sarah’s head had been shaved and her hair was not yet growing back, and her many scars were showing, the latest one very visible.  I shall never forget the pointed looks and mutters of the other folk in the cafe.

Sadly, that sort of reaction was more commonplace than I had expected.  I also found out at top speed that a lot of people did not want to mix with me or my daughter; perhaps other mothers thought that hydrocephalus was ‘catching’.  Anyway, I was isolated and, as it was impossible to get a babysitter who felt able to look after Sarah, my social life and, therefore, contact with other people was almost non-existent.  As Sarah was vulnerable and unable to stand the rough and tumble, or the occasional taunts, of children at a regular school, she had to attend special schools which were often at some distance from our home – so there was no opportunity for regular school-gate conversations with other parents.  Sarah also had regular medical appointments at various hospitals in London, where we now lived - sometimes as many as one appointment per week - and these, added to her regular periods of illness, and further ‘review’ surgery from time to time, meant that we were never in a regular routine.

I am so grateful to the wonderful medical staff who were able to save Sarah.  I am so grateful that there were some caring professional people who found the occasional medically-qualified babysitter for me, and so saved my sanity!  I am so grateful to the minister of my local church who gave me huge support, both practically and spiritually.  I had a few fantastic friends who, even the two or three who lived at some distance, kept in touch with me regularly.  I am grateful to God that He has always watched over Sarah. 

However, all that being said, it seems that a degree of isolation appears to remain a feature of life for those parents who have a child with some form of disability.  I think you may say that society is different now.  That we are more enlightened.  That the Paralympics last year did much to emphasise the fact that differences can be embraced and celebrated.  All this is true.   However, sadly, I recognise in my daughter – the mother of a little boy with Aspergers Syndrome – a similar degree of isolation to that which I experienced almost half a century ago.  Despite having some support from a small number of good friends, her life is very different and very solitary compared to the vast majority of her contemporaries.                                      

Unfortunately, not everything has changed.

 

A Cross Word

I read recently about two UK Christian women who have been barred from wearing a cross whilst at work.  They are taking this to the European Court of Human Rights.  The UK government intends to oppose their case, arguing that wearing a cross is not a 'requirement' of the Christian faith and, therefore, employers can ban employees from doing so, and can dismiss them if they insist.

My questions are - why would employers ban anyone from wearing a cross?  What possible harm can it do anyone?  Presumably then, other workers are allowed to wear items which are considered to be 'requirements' of faith.  Why would these give less offence to people of other faiths, than a cross does to folk who are not Christian? What has happened to human rights in this country?  What has happened to live-and-let-live, tolerance, acceptance and respecting other people's beliefs?

Maybe we should look at make the wearing of a cross a 'requirement' of the Christian faith?

But I forget myself.  Christ did not come to bring us rules, regulations, codes and laws: He came to bring us freedom.

Difficult Times

There are three fantastic things about going through a difficult time!

1.       It alters your relationship with God

2.       You discover who’s really in it with you

3.       It ends!

Unfortunately, these things are only fully appreciated once you have come out at the other end!  And the end is truly something to savour.  It’s wonderful to feel your shoulders drop by three inches, to be aware that you do not have that constant twinge of a headache, and to feel your fingers unwind and relax.  Whilst you were in the midst of the difficulties you had not even realised how tense your body was.  Afterwards, you can sometimes be taken by surprise, by remembering it is actually all over!  You had got so used to the tension and the headachy cloud that, for a split second, you had forgotten its over - and then you remember - and you can rejoice all over again!  Of course, this spell is fairly short-lived!

It has sometimes been quite a surprise to me to discover who is actually with me during difficult times.  We make assumptions as to whom we can count on, and from time to time we are disappointed when the folk we thought would be alongside us appear to take a back seat.  I have come to the conclusion that some people, for whatever reason of their own, are simply not able to support others through difficult times.  It’s not a lack of friendship, just an inability to know what to do and how to do it.  Sometimes folk are dealing with their own problems and are unable to take on anything additional.  There is also the fact that some people simply cannot recognise how badly we are affected and are, therefore, blind to the fact that we need their support.

On the other hand, I have been equally surprised by the love and support received from people that I had not expected it from - the ‘out of the blue’ telephone call, visit or card!  These small acts of kindness are the uplift which carries you through a bad day.  A caring word has value beyond explanation.   I maintain that I came through a very bad time in 2008/2009 holding on to the hand of my two year old grandson!  Of course, my two daughters and one particular friend were a strong support, as were my sisters, one or two other friends and some of my Church family.  Ultimately, there are two things that bring us through a bad time – God and the support of other people.

As for changing our relationship with God?  This is much more difficult to explain.  During a bad time it can feel as if God has become distant and out of contact.  Your prayers hit the ceiling and bounce around you – and how can they be answered if they never reach God?  You keep coming across bad news and stories of others that seem hopeless.  You even begin to question why God would allow this to happen to you.  You begin to feel that you are not worthy of God’s help – and if the situation goes on and on, this would seem to confirm it.  However, somehow, we remember that our faith is not measured by how we feel, but by knowing that God keeps His promises.  So we hold on.

And by holding on, we are enabled to be ‘down but not out’.  Then, from time to time, God sends us a word, or an answer to prayer – and this sustains our fragile grip.  Slowly we begin to remember that God will never allow us to go through more than we can cope with.  We are reminded that many others are going though much, much worse.  And, eventually, the difficulties ease and we feel like ourselves again.  One thing has altered though.  Our relationship with God has been developed and this has helped us to grow.  We put on more growth during difficult times than we do during times of ease.  I guess it’s because we have no strength and have to rely on His.   Because we know that we can trust Him to bring us through any future difficulties.  Because it shows us that everything else in our lives may change, disappear, disappoint or hurt us – but God never changes.  He promised to be with us always – and He’s just proved it!

None of us would choose difficult times, but they happen, and when they happen they bring us a deeper relationship with God, the knowledge that people around us care and a terrific sense of relief and joy when they are over!

When I was a child…..

Time moved very slowly

Summers were sunny

Sleep came easily

And there were no pains in my body.

My heart was undamaged

I trusted the world

Each new thing discovered

Each experience learned.

My mind was free

My spirit could fly

My dance was hope

And my song was joy.



As years passed by

The world pushed in

Trying to steal my joy

And imprison me.

Pain and sadness

Tried to drown me

And hopelessness

Rose up to engulf me.



Though the world has tempted

Bullied and scared me

Though I walk with a limp

And need glasses to see

Though time flies by

And I don’t always cope

My song is still joy

And my dance still hope.



SAC (January 2008)

Onward...

Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul,

As the swift seasons roll!

Leave thy low-vaulted past!

Let each new temple, nobler than the last,                                  
Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast,
Till thou at length art free
Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!

O. W. Holmes

Water

Continuing with New Year Resolutions,  I have finally arranged a monthly donation to http://www.wateraid.org/uk/

I've been meaning to donate to WaterAid for a long time, as I feel that this charity can help many people in many parts of the world, and because water is such an essential of life. 

I know that, most of the time, I take the safe water in my taps very much for granted.  And, although I moan a lot about the amount of rain we get here in Scotland, I think it is preferable to a total lack of rainfall, which often means failed crops, leading to hunger.

I'm donating £2 a month to WaterAid - a bargain I think!!  Anyone care to join me?

Weathering the Storm

Here in Scotland, we have recently had more storms than we have experienced in the past. The storm of last Tuesday (January 3rd) was so strong that it moved our very heavy shed off it's base!

Today I was tidying up in the garden, and around the greenhouse in particular. Having lost a greenhouse to a fairly wild storm on 31 May, my daughter and I had taken the precaution of removing the panes and stored them in the (now leaning!) shed. However, there were a couple of panes we could not remove - one in the roof skylight, and one just above the door.

Tuesday's storm removed the skylight one for us, which we have rescued and brought inside. However, the one above the door is still in place: this pane is, by far, the smallest pane of them all.

What struck me was that we don't have to be big and strong to weather storms. All we really need is to be securely anchored - and sometimes that happens best when we are very small - because we are not relying on our own strength but are, instead, standing on the Rock.

The Personal Touch

One of my new year resolutions is to begin blogging again, so here goes.........

Two other resolutions are to make more phone calls and write more letters. One reason I made these resolutions is because this new year was very different to those I remember, because of the mobile phone and the computer.

At new year I would normally expected to speak to a number of folk by phone, or welcome them to my home or visit them in their's. This new years day I only spoke to four people, and two of them live with me! The third person I spoke to was my elder daughter who was visiting us for new years day dinner, and the fourth person was her Carer who collected her to take her home (but who did not even come into the house). We received no phone calls. Our first foot was our next door neighbour on the morning of 2 January.

Don't get me wrong - we did hear from folk - and I was very happy to hear from each and every one, and their contact and best wishes are valued more than they know. However, all these messages were via text or Facebook. I miss hearing people's voices. I miss seeing their faces.

I think that both computers and mobile phones are brilliant tools which are invaluable in many areas of life and work. However, have they also taken over areas where a telephone call, letter or visit are more appropriate? Are we in danger of losing the personal touch?

Is there anyone out there?

So very long since I last posted anything that I will be very surprised if anyone is actually still reading this Blog!

This coming weekend I will be meeting up with a number of school friends. I am going to be staying with one of my closest friends, whom I've known since we were at Infants School, but we haven't actually seen each other for a long time. So I'm wondering if we will all recognise each other! Those who have attended Reunions before tell me that, after the first few moments, everyone is totally recognisable and the years simply melt away.

I am very much looking forward to meeting up with everyone and finding out about their life journeys. If folk are happy for me to do so, I will post some photos in a future post.

Goodbye!

As I will not be blogging for the foreseeable future, I just wanted to say goodbye and thanks for your company!

HAPPY CHRISTMAS !!

WHEREVER YOU ARE, AND WHATEVER YOU ARE DOING FOR CHRISTMAS, I WISH YOU A HAPPY CHRISTMAS AND PEACE, HEALTH AND HAPPINESS IN 2009.

"For to us a child is born, to us a son is given......"

Isaiah 9:6

A quiet place

The other afternoon I was at the local hospital, visiting a friend from Church. It was incredibly busy everywhere, lots of people and lots of noise. Even the ward was, somehow, a hive of activity with lots of coming and going. My friend walked me to the ward-door at the end of visiting time and, as I waved goodbye to her, I realised that everywhere was still crowded, hot and noisy. As is my habit when visiting someone in hospital, I made my way to the Hospital Chapel and sat down to pray. I revelled in the total peace and absolute quiet. Then, slowly, it dawned on me that I would actually have preferred to find the Chapel as busy as everywhere else - rather than being the only place in the hospital that afternoon that was empty and quiet ............

Grumpy Old Woman

It's been a while since I posted anything. Truth is that I'm currently trying to keep lots of plates spinning and this has made me tired and grumpy. Some of this is justified - namely the poor service that I have received from a couple of suppliers - gas and telephone. Shall I name them? Shall I tell the reasons? Maybe not - to go over it all again will only make me even more grumpy.

However, I am horrified at the cavalier attitude of some companies toward their customers. Do they not care that they may lose custom? In today's economic climate should they not be doing absolutely everything they can to keep their customers? If it's not their attitude, then it must be sheer inefficiency, and this makes a joke of the large salaries that their 'management' command. I sometimes feel - call me old-fashioned - that so called progress is sometimes rather cold and faceless.

A photo or two...

..... one photo of my younger daughter and my grandson, patiently waiting for the bride! One of my elder daughter (centre) with two of my nieces. And two photos of my four nieces learning ceilidh dances!

And now for the good news 2 !

I recently attended my nephew's wedding, which came just six weeks after the wedding of my niece. How lovely to celebrate good things! Another lovely day, and such a pleasure to be able to spend time in the company of all my family.

Here's my nephew with his lovely wife, and my sister and brother-in-law.

And now for the good news ......

Last weekend I travelled to Lancashire to attend the wedding of my niece, Chloe, my late brother's daughter. A lovely day, and I enjoyed spending the weekend in the company of my two sisters, my sister-in-law and my brother-in-law.

TASHA

Our lovely Tasha was put to sleep by the Vet 10 days ago. Her quality of life was deteriorating fast and it became obvious that this was the kindest thing for her. We enjoyed her company for over fourteen years, so we are going to miss her a lot...............