Thursday, November 21, 2013
Observing my life from different angles is an ongoing process - deciding to become stronger in mind and body is a current part of this. I wrote this little poem recently to reflect a shift towards closure with some things in the past and to allow the future more scope to evolve.
Jigsaw puzzle pieces slip in place at last
Ideas taking shape, forming in my mind.
Loose ends trailing past, waiting for a hand
Tying fine neat knots, putting them behind.
Thoughts to rearrange, smooth the jumbled pile
long list of things that were and memories that bind
Wandering down a path, searching for a clue
murky waters still, hands delving for a find.
A rampant garden wild, alive with buds and blooms
leave it to evolve, change my frame of mind
Turning round and round, familiar scenes whirl by
Rolling up that skein and feeling life rewind.
Monday, October 21, 2013
Last week I went on a beautiful trip to Ireland and it was a real walk down Memory Lane. As a kid I lived in Ireland with my family for 13 years. My parents bought a cheap old house up on a hill out on the peninsula of Howth, a area near Dublin. We four kids lived outdoors in the summer, swam in the sea every day, sailed our little dingy with friends, had picnics in the fields and sleptin a little hut up on the top terrace of the garden. If our father had been less violent and angry, we would have lived an enchanted life there. Even so, as I get older, the childhood hurts throb less and the memories of the good things resurface!
The reason for my visit last week was to go to a 35th high school graduation party, to stay with my youngest sister who still lives in Dublin, to visit places i hadīnt seen in years and to catch up with old friends. I hadīnt been to Ireland for 5 years and was really missing it!
My sister kindly picked me up at the airport and offered to drive me out to the restaurant in Howth where the celebration was taking place. We drove around the hill, saw our old house now up for sale for a rediculous sum of money, delighted in the fabulous views over Dublin Bay and ended up at the Summit Inn for a drink and a chat - it was a lovely start to my little holiday!
Later on we drove down to the harbour and Ruth let me out at the Aqua Restaurant there. About 40 former school mates came to the reunion - we are all about 52 years old now, so appearances had definitely changed within the last 5 years - balding heads, squishy bellies, wrinkles gone viral etc. etc. in a lot of the menīs department and sagging asses, overdone make-up and weight gain in a lot of the ladies unfortunately.
I would say that about 25% of the people who were there, were really taking care of their health. They stood out in the crowd not just because they were slimmer than their peers, but because they had a glow about them, a spring in their step that had nothing to do with age. They worked in different professions, had wildly differing incomes but they all enjoyed hiking, or swimming, or playing hockey, dancing, walking or Pilates and yoga. They were also interested in good, whole foods. What really struck me, was that there was only 1 single person in the room who was skinny as a kid and will be a skinny old lady at the end of her life on the merit of her genes alone - everyone else had to really work at it!
I was relieved and excited that I belonged to this latter group - I look older and wiser than 5 years ago, but I am also fitter and more healthy today!
Thank you Spark People and all itīs members for that special glow!
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
Last week I put my name down to run 4,2km in the Hamburgīs Womens Race on Saturday afternoon. I saw it as a training run for the Womenīs Race in Bremen where I live in September. Anyway, about 450 women turned up to run either 4.2km or 8.4km - we were all ages, mixed shapes and sizes and I didīnt feel as out of place as I had imagined! Basically everyone was there to have fun and to keep fit. The youngest girl was about 15 years old and the oldest lady was 70+! We were asked to place ourselves in the crowd according to our level of fitness, so I went down to near the back where quite a few other grey-haired dames were milling about. There was a countdown from ten, a starting shot was fired and then we were off. Once we got properly moving I overtook a small crowd of girls and the odd lady of 50+ and gradually moved up into the middle range. After the first 2k I started to puff a bit and my shoulders and butt were complaining about the stiff pace, but I managed to just plough on. At the 3k post I was sweating and my face felt pretty hot, but everyone else running looked the same! On the last stretch I could see the big digital clock coming up to 27 minutes so I dashed over the finishing line on the dot of 27.
Lots of friendly spectators were applauding us all and we were offered juicy red apples and cool drinks once we got off the track! After a while I shambled over to the table to get a print-out certificate and was absolutely amazed to see that I had come in 1st in the 4.2k race for my age group of 50+! At that moment my daughter rang me up to see how I had got on and said they would get the supper on and were looking forward to seeing me an hour later.
When I arrived at their little farm, my granddaughter hung a home-made "medal" around my neck with "Nana" and "1" written on it - I felt really happy and glad to have survived my first race for 40 years!
Sunday, July 28, 2013
Hi all you brave Sparkies,
this is a little poem/song I wrote about 3 years ago, around the time my daughter Laura was getting married. I was plump, unfit and rather sad. Little did I know that 3 years later I would have discovered SparkPeople and have lost 9 kg of weight and would be able to run 5k without a break! Yeah!
Mother of the Bride Blues
Feeling rather down at heel,
(was I ever in my prime?)
boobs slackened southwards -
a sign of passing time.
My throatīs all lizard lined,
is that a treble chin?
donīt glance down beyonder -
a dare you never win.
New micro macro diet
was nearly on the cards -
then I worried I would wrinkle,
feel just saggy and sad.
"Iīve got Mother of the Bride
middle aged blue blues
pneumatic ringed midriff -
all faded pale blue blues
." (sad saxaphone warbling)
Decked out in satin,
spare tire(s) on display
Stick a flower in my hat,
well - my ankles are okay.
Ignore the wedding now
My mind is going wild
have a soothing cup of tea,
choc bikkies on the side.
Dream those haunches away
(love handles, my eye)
Sling my high heels on the lawn
Dance barefoot with my guy.
"Iīve got Mother of the Bride
short sighted grey blue blues
no hope for that zip now -
those veins are all blue blues
" (Satchmo style serenade)
that was me on the day of the wedding, sucking in my midriff!
Three years on I do look slimmer.... !
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