Our beach of memories

We journey together, you and me

Creating a beach of memories

There are times when we walk barefoot over jagged rocks

Not knowing what will be more painful stepping or merely standing still

Then there are times when we walk over pebbles,

Rounded by stormy waters

The path still needs a careful step,

But it gently massages our tender feet

It humbles us and gives moments of splendour

The days when our feet touch the sand are the ones to be savoured

The waves offer rejuvenation as our toes anchor in the sand

We skip pebbles across the water reflecting on our journey

We sigh relief and smile contently

We journey together, you and me

Every grain of sand tells our story

Every step creates our beach of memories

©️ Lisa Moralee McLardy 2018

The well-made-for-wishing

Two steps (in the opposite direction to the one he thought he loved)

Was all it took

Clarity,

Peace,

Certainty.

The love they shared was true

It was absolute, for a time.

But as the seconds ticked the relationship stalled,

Leaving shattered debris and uncared for hearts.

Unaccompanied he is left to contemplate,

To adjust,

To dream.

Time moved forward to reveal possibility.

For a while he coasted,

Hoping for extraordinary but accepting the norm.

Finally destiny realigned itself

And he journeyed with difference,

Knowing something would break the monotony.

Along the path he found a penny.

Examination revealed it too had a story to tell,

Passed from palm to palm, enticing soulmates to cross paths.

He placed it safely in his pocket

And followed the path to the well-made-for-wishing.

Unbeknown to our protagonist the penny slipped from

It’s safe haven, landing quietly on the lush grass.

Now soul mates are meant to be,

They search for each other and

Upon meeting the fall into familiarity

Igniting a connection established long ago.

An equally enticing search for love

Encouraged our heroine to journey along the same path.

A welcomed moment in the sun revealed a reflective penny,

Just waiting to be found.

The well-made-for-wishing, the keeper of extraordinary dreams, would accept this token,

And reveal her destiny.

Impatient to complete her task she followed the clouds and took a short cut.

On approach to the-well-made-for-wishing she held her breath

And held the penny close.

After a moment to embrace possibility

She closed her eyes and let fate draw the penny near

Seconds turned to minutes

She opened her eyes in tandem with her exhale.

She noticed him immediately

(Her soulmate-she knew)

He was frantically searching for something

(His token for the well)

His search halted as soon as his eyes locked with hers

There was no need

The search was complete.

Palm to palm they followed the clouds,

Starting their long accompanied journey.

Words and image ©️ Lisa Moralee McLardy

Only little for a little

This week it feels like the home has been a constant mess. The more I tried to tidy up the worse it got.  As one box was filled another was emptied. As one pile of clothing was folded another pile was unfolded and used as superhero attire.  As the dishes where cleared I blinked and as if by magic an even bigger stack appeared – a very generous dish fairy indeed.

I do try to ignore the mess and not let it cause me stress, but it does – sometimes ridiculously so. As I continued to try (in vain) to clean it eventually dawned on me to just accept it. A sigh of relief, honestly. As if a pair of rose-coloured glasses instantly hid the mess and focused on little smiles. These are the words that followed:

 

Accept the mess
Have a small corner of your own –
If possible a neat and tidy one.
A haven to provide a sanity moment.

Accept the mess,
Deny the overwhelming stress
Rather embrace the opportunity to learn and play.
Why just yesterday we discovered something;
Roll a ball of play dough across the kitchen floor and will pick up some crumbs –
Who knew?
Add a frame around those scribbles on the wall,
You never know may just be the next generation’s Picasso

Accept the mess
Sooner or later the fort will lose its intrigue
And the little ones will move onto something more inviting,
Perhaps of the sticky variety,
Maybe this is where a distraction in the form of a snack is required.

Accept the mess,
Deny the overwhenling stress.
Little ones are only little for a little after all.
Soon enough you’ll miss the mess,
Sticky fingers, mismatched socks and satisfied smiles.

Accept the mess
Put down the cloth and play a while,
You’ll be happy that you did.
Superheroes wearing Daddy’s pants are awfully amusing.
Shaking water out the sippy cup is actually rather fun.
And remember if the mess causes stress retreat to your corner
Breath in and out – maybe hide a block of chocolate for an energy boost.
Then take a deep breath and plunge right in.
Indulge in every moment.
That’s what it’s all about, after all.

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Words and image (C) Lisa Moralee McLardy

WOW! said the Owl by Tim Hopgood

 

WOW! Said the Owl by Tim Hopgood

Colours have been the theme of the household recently. From teaching our 1 year old Carson the colours (orange seems to be the favourite and it conveniently also seems to be his favourite fruit) to teaching Owen (4 years old) about the primary colours (red, yellow and blue) and how to mix them to create the secondary colours (orange, purple and green). We have also been looking at all the colours of the rainbow.

Sticking with the colour theme it feels appropriate to suggest WOW! said the Owl by Tim Hopgood. This vibrantly coloured book is one of my personal favourites – another great read provided in Owen’s toddler Bookbug bag.

The story follows a curious owl who fights her nocturnal instinct sleep all day. Instead she sleeps all night and wakes with the morning sun. Immediately she she is amazed by all the fantastic colours.

“WOW” said the owl. She couldn’t believe her eyes! The sky was a warm and wonderful pink.

Readers join in her journey and soon enough an array of vibrant colours are discovered in the clouds, trees, butterflies and more. The sun is still shining but then it starts to rain resulting in a rainbow.

“WOW!” said the owl as a beautiful rainbow filled the sky with colour.

As night approaches the colours start to change. The evening sky is filled with its own variety of fantastic colours. She soon concludes:

But “WOW! said the owl”
“The night-time stars are the most beautiful of all”

Additionally the book has a colour pallet on the last page which encourages readers to have a another look through the book to spot individual colours.

Both boys really love this book and we find ourselves rereading it over and over in one sitting. All I can say is WOW! We definitely recommend reading this entertaining and educational book.

Title: WOW! Said the Owl
Author: Tim Hopgood
Publisher: Macmillan Children’s Books

Happy page turning x

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gather, share and eat

Easter Sunday has arrived,

Joy and excitement are all around

As little feet skip across the ground

Following a map – a hunt, a trail of treasures to be found.

The basket swings to-and-fro,

Patiently waiting to be filled

Soon enough hints of splendour are revealed.

Multicoloured ovals – glimmering in the light

Encasing hollow chocolate treats

To gather, share and eat.

Happy Easter everyone & happy page turning x

Words and image copyright Lisa Moralee McLardy

In the quiet afternoon sun we play

It’s a busy day,

Lots of to dos to get through.

Moving faster than I should.

Determined to tick off a record amount.

Our tranquil living room welcomes the afternoon sun,

Just like it did yesterday.

Challenging my frantic, multi-tasking thoughts.

In a moments breath I see your smile.

You are playing so contently, so enthralled.

You know what it’s all about.

You have captured the moment.

This precious, precious moment.

The to dos are static they will be there tomorrow,

But this moment will change.

Anxious pulls of errands and admin melt away.

As we just be.

In the quiet afternoon sun we play,

So enthralled, so content.

Words and image Copyright Lisa Moralee McLardy 2018

Cherishing Life’s Chimes

Ten thousand stories I have to tell,

Some things I picked up around a wishing well.

I heard ten different stories a thousand times

Little tips on know-how and to cherish life’s chimes.

They said that’s life it’s the way it goes

Sometimes you get it right

Sometimes you don’t know

Just put on a smile

Go with the flow

Put one foot ahead

Find a way to go.

You know its love when your heart breaks

You can’t help sometimes from being late

Sift through the keepers and lose the fakes

Hold on to mementos from picnics by the lake.

They said that’s life it’s the way it goes

Sometimes you get it right

Sometimes you don’t know

Just put on a smile

Go with the flow

Put one foot ahead

Find a way to go.

Find a hobby that will keep you sane

Don’t watch lightning through the windowpane

Jump on a pile of leaves you’ve raked

Stop holding on to things that hate

Dance in the city in the pouring rain

Remember it’s okay to tear the pain.

They said that’s life it’s the way it goes

Sometimes you get it right

Sometimes you don’t know

Just put on a smile

Go with the flow

Put one foot ahead

Find a way to go.

Just do what you do

Go with the flow

Put on a smile

Find a way to go.

I wrote this poem (also intended as a song) many moons ago. I originally posted it on Cherishing Life’s Chimes  but wanted to share it here on bright blue balloon.

Happy page turning x

Words and image copyright Lisa Moralee McLardy

What did you believe before breakfast?

Since childhood Alice in Wonderland (by Lewis Carroll) has continued to top my list of favourites. I love the whimsical world of imagination. A place where perspectives are turned upside-down to reveal any possibility. I also really love the tea party. (Tea has also topped my list of favourites since childhood – I always wondered why waiters would smile so much when I ordered a pot of tea instead of a soda).

Childhood is a magnificent time, where imagination drives reality, anything really is possible. I love listening to Owen’s (age 4) stories and being apart of his imaginary play. I think to myself but trains don’t fly and I don’t think your teacher was eaten by a dinosaur (this was Owen’s response when I wondered why his teacher had left). I of course play along with his imaginary play and bask in it. How wonderful to believe that anything is possible.

I am not the first to ask the question: when do we stop believing in the impossible? I assume is very subjective and different for everyone.

“Alice laughed: “There’s no use trying,” she said; “one can’t believe impossible things.”
“I daresay you haven’t had much practice,” said the Queen. “When I was younger, I always did it for half an hour a day. Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.”

Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll

Sometimes we forget to believe not just what is possible but what is impossible. I have added this quote to our ‘sticky note wall of wisdom‘. A reminder to believe in the impossible.

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Happy page turning and imagining x

Thanks for making me the one you call Mummy/Mama

It means so much to be your Mummy,

I hope you know.

The privilege is mine as I watch you grow.

Your hand grows in mine and my heart smiles but pangs at the same time.

Too quickly you want independence,

To show me what you can do.

I know you can,

Anything you want,

Anything you dream.

It means so much to be your Mummy,

I hope you know.

You chose me and I’m honoured, truly

Words can’t express it fully.

Every step you take,

Every milestone

Every first, second and hundredth

Ill be there watching, smiling, celebrating.

Thank you for choosing me to be the one you call Mummy/Mama.

Happy Mother’s day to all the lovely Mums out there! I wrote this for the two little people who made me a Mummy.

Words and image Copyright Lisa Moralee McLardy