Tourist in my own backyard



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Family from afar have graced our door steps. I have become a tourist in my own backyard. Everything is new once more, and I am charmed by the world that surrounds me.

Usually we flit around the city focusing on our destination, its when we slow down to show off our beautiful country that we remember.

Today my gorgeous cousin and I spent the day chasing the sunshine through the streets, dancing with the breeze and admiring artistic expression all over our city. We ate homemade love at a local fair trade cafe and rushed to the beach to clasp at its warmth.

Dancing free, our hair swept by the breeze into piles of messy curls, we cart wheel and dip cold toes tentitively. We wrote notes and drew pictures in the sand. Messages to the ocean, for her to keep.

Pink cheeks and smelling of sweet fresh air we come home to bake and spend the rest of the afternoon licking bowls, spoons and our fingers in delight.

I think I will be a tourist in my own backyard more often!

Love J x

Tender Love

Without winter there will be no spring, without sadness no place to amount happiness, without death there is not life.

Our soldier has been given 4 weeks.

From this place of pain and sadness and loss, I watch my Grandmother care for our soldier in his last weeks of life. And it is the most humbling and inspiring act I have ever witnessed.

From her devotion to his comfort, at the sacrifice of her own, is incredible beauty. Heart wrenching pain and outstanding beauty. A glimpse into their tender love.

Their love was born from the time of courting, letter writing, and hand holding. She would watch her soldier leave for far off war torn countries and hold her breath for his return. Their love is from a time like no other.

Our soldier has a mighty heart; he is built of fine values and full of good morals and kind words. Our soldier has been fighting his last battle for 8 months, fighting not for a country or a flag but fighting for his best friend. His one love. Fighting his last battle for his true love.

When he is strong enough to sit up in bed, I watch their eyes lock, I see their fingers entwine, a sweet tender kiss, a sigh, a nod, they almost seem to read each other’s minds. After 54 years I imagine they do.

When he cannot sit up I watch my Grandmother care for our soldier, no words need be spoken, she knows what he needs, he knows she is there. We all are.

Without winter there will be no spring, without sadness no place to amount happiness, without death there is not life.

Their love will endure beyond this life. They couldn’t be more perfect for one another.  

Love J x