Tuesday, 24 January 2012
I remember my Gt Grandmother clearly. An elegant woman, quiet, well mannered and extremely beautiful. When I say beautiful, I mean there was something about her that went beyond looks. I was enchanted by her.....she rarely spoke to me.....after all I was a child :}
She would sometimes peck me on the cheek or take hold of my hand. She would pick a rose every day and pin it to her fine velvet jacket. Lace would hang around her tiny wrists, pretty lace. She would take tea with her friends, stare at the sky, walk much too far for someone aged 93.
I was ten when she died.
The handkerchief belonged to her. I keep it in my treasure box.
Tuesday, 17 January 2012
My son sat and chatted with him and whilst doing so noticed this beautiful piece.
He asked if it was for sale. The old man said that he was willing to do that.
I treasure this gift from my son........I often hold buddha in my hands and imagine the elderly man sitting carving. It brings me a profound sense of peace and tranquility. There is a lot of love in this piece......
Hatreds never cease by hatreds in this world. By love alone they cease. This is an ancient law.