Here’s to strong women. May we know them. May we be them. May we raise them.
My Grandmother – Agatha Bowyer Griffiths – 1885-1972
It’s been quite a tumultuous time within my own personal sphere. Having buried my Mother last December, – my dear Aunt Peggy moved on to be with the magical hummingbirds this month. Her funeral last Thursday was a celebration of her remarkable life. I have also lost two other friends……………all of which has caused much reflection.
Our time on this precious planet is fleeting. – we must never forget this.
Having waded through all the bureaucracy which occurs at these times, I know that ‘this too shall pass……’ – and the magical hummingbirds will continue to drink from the sweet nectar of life 🙂
My Daughter – Christie Griffiths Reed born 1975 – Taking part in a Triathlon – Massachusetts, USA
I posted these two photographs of my wonderful Grandmother and her Great Granddaughter, my daughter, because they show so clearly that within a relatively short period of time…..how our world has changed. How the lives of women have changed…..
My Grandmother, born before the two Great Wars….served in WW1 as a VAD nurse, – it is also during that war she met my grandfather, Between the wars, she had four children, and was involved with the women’s suffrage movement in the UK.
Her daughters, my Mother and Aunt – served during WW11 both in the VAD as nurses. One son was an army man and the other on the Russian Convoys.
I was most fortunate to have her in my life until 1972. I was able to spend much meaningful time with her, for which I will be forever grateful. I gave Christie her middle name after my Grandmother.
A magical hummingbird drinking from the sweet nectar of life……………………..When I went through my Aunt’s papers, I was delighted to find that her passport only expired last year – which means that she renewed it when she was 86. She also volunteered helping ‘old people’ when she was in her eighties and early nineties. What an inspiration.
It is the influence of these women, including my daughter, that has given me courage to move forward when times haven’t always been easy – and I know that they will be there for me until I move onto the next adventure……..
I read this somewhere, and believe it to be true. The beauty of collaboration between older and younger generations is that we combine strength with wisdom.
During the last couple of months, I have made sure to paint every day and have filled two big sketch books…..There is nothing more therapeutic 🙂
It will take a while before I get into a flow. I plan to catch up with comments etc. over the next two weeks and then I go to The Magical Town of Crickadoon for some R & R and of course painting.
And so my friends, I will now move forward with a sense of purpose and joy.