I’ve been away for a while – wondering what it would feel like to be on the outside, just looking in. But, although I have tried to visit each and every one of you, I have missed my little blog. I know that I cannot just leave comments without sharing my little corner of the world with you all. It is amazing that blogs make the world feel so small.
As each one of you shares her joys or her sorrows (I seem to mostly follow women bloggers), I feel as if I am a part of your life. I know that two of you have recently become grandmas, that one of you is moving house, that some of you have recently been on trips, that another two of you have parents that are severely ill. Then there are those who daily post beautiful photos of gorgeous cities. Every day I can visit Rome, Vienna, Venice and re-live wonderful memories of these places.
As for me, I am watching summer unfold all around me, opening the windows every morning and listening to the birds greet the day with joy, taking in the natural beauty and deeply breathing in the cool morning air.
I watch the sun set and wait to capture the enchanting canvas that is the sky with my camera.
And today, as I closed my eyes and bit into the first peach of the season, the taste took me right back to my childhood. I felt like I was six years old again, back in my nanna’s little kitchen, with the dazzling white lace curtains swaying gently in the breeze, back to the age of innocence when it seemed like nothing would ever change … and I realised that, although the world moves on, some things will remain forever. Because by sharing our emotions, our ordinary, everyday things, we are transcending physical boundaries and making ourselves just that little bit more accessible, just that little bit more vulnerable, reaching out and sharing our humanity with total strangers.