Tuesday, 30 January 2024

When a Good Mother Sails from This World...

Always thinking of my dear Mum
with forever love...
❤️ 

Time passes… and what is remembered, lives… 

"Let us not look for you only in memory,

Where we would grow lonely without you.

You would want us to find you in presence,

Beside us when beauty brightens,

When kindness glows

And music echoes eternal tones."

~ John O'Donohue


~ Margaret June ~

 29-09-1931 ~ 12-01-2022



Mum and daughter Rainie enjoying happy holidays
 with family at the Sandgate Pool in Queensland
which my Grandad helped to build.

WHEN A GOOD MOTHER SAILS FROM THIS WORLD

When I say, ‘My mother has died’,

I mean my ‘most beloved’.

Leave me to myself now,

for I am a ship who’s

lost her riggings;

suddenly

come unmoored.

My mother has died;

She has earned her rest now,

waiting only, and proudly so,

for her sails

to be taken down.


I, the daughter,

see to the mending of my mother’s sails;

I seek her

worn and broken

threads of light,

reweaving her dazzling linen.


And though there be broken threads

not able to be rewoven,

I will gently pull the edges together

and stitch one side to the other…

and if not able to be mended,

then I will patch with parts

from my own most earnest life

over the places where my mother’s life

was worn through,

. . . or never was.


Over time, the sails of the mothership

will be fitted to the daughtership;

raised up on the mainsail,

and the final touch –

the red ragged flag – hers –

will be flying topmast of my ship.


I’ll be let down into the waters then,

I, the daughter, will glide again…

but this time, under the best sails

inherited from my mother…

and all the mothers of the motherlines

before her.


Ay, Mother, let me tell you

my treasured dearie-dear,

one last thing I have learned

from your spirit passing through me

as sparkling shadow passes

through darkening shadow,

on this open night-sea journey…


I am learning to navigate

by the mysteries of the farthest stars –

the ones that the great wake of your passing

has revealed to me

for the very first time.


______________


CODA

“When A Good Mother Sails From This World,” is an excerpt from a libretto called Woman. Life. Song. commissioned by Jessye Norman, played by the New York Symphony Orchestra and sung by self-same great mezzo-soprano Miss Norman; musical score by Judith Weir, British composer. The libretto was written by what some have since called, Las Tres Lobas: Toni Morrison, Maya Angelou, and
Clarissa Pinkola Estés.



Longing for Belonging and the Joy of Connecting to Family!




Well I am very pleased to say that in the short time since starting my blog, I have already been absolutely thrilled and delighted with some new family information and photos which I have found and also which have been generously shared with me... But even more special to me has been the opportunity to actually "connect" to people who share my Ancestry!






Creating a Place of Origin in your own home...



Hello again!

Today I would like to share with you the following wise words which resonate deeply for me about some of the things which have always pulled on my heart and soul strings in relation to my family and Ancestral connections...

Also offering a suggestion for one of the ways which we can all bring a sense of our own Belonging into our own homes...

I hope that as I have, you will find a sense of comfort, recognition and understanding about what I think can be best described as our:


Holy Longing...

"Occasionally you meet someone who knew their great-great-grandmother, who wears the handmade, ceremonial clothes of her people, who still stewards the land and sings the songs of her ancestors. But most of us are not so rich. Most of us have been orphaned from our ancestral land, and with it, our people's history, including the songs, teaching stories and wisdom ways of our lineage. And we may find ourselves looking in on families who are more intact than our own with a kind of unassuageable grief. This ache for something deeply familiar, yet entirely unknown, is our longing for a home we've always-never-known."

~ An excerpt from the chapter 'Holy Longing' in Toko-pa Turner's wonderful book "Belonging: Remembering Ourselves Home" which is a precious book that I return to again and again for her deep insight and wisdom. Copies are available on Amazon, other bookstores and also from her website here:
https://toko-pa.com/belonging-the-book-by-toko-pa/



Place of Origin...

Because most of us have been orphaned from our ancestral land and the ways of our people, we suffer with the restlessness and ache of not-belonging. Instead of trying to regain what has been lost, Martín Prechtel teaches that we must learn to live in the way our ancestors lived; in reverence and indebtedness to the Holy in Nature.

One such powerful practice is to create a place in your home where you know the origins of everything. Not just where a thing came from, but who made it and with what skills, and at what cost to its roots. This Place of Origin may be small and sparse at first, but you add to it over time and, when the young ones come up around you, you tell the stories that you’ve collected in the hopes that one day, where you stayed put becomes a place of Belonging again.

~ Toko-pa
https://toko-pa.com



Ancestral Honouring & Remembering altar at my own hearth
which is filled with memories and stories to share
















Having our Ancestral Memory in our Bones...



Claiming our place in the line, we affirm that the ancestors also live in our bones and in each cell of our bodies, and that we deeply affect one another.


Ceremonial leader Hua Anwa says:

"I really believe in us having our ancestral memory in our bones, and being in sacred space will help birth that reconnection to your ancient self. You’re an ancestor. You carry the line, right here. And so when we acknowledge that, it’s kind of overwhelming, because we should have all these wisdoms inside of us; if we’re the vessel for our ancestral lineage then it’s all inside of us. It’s not gone, it just needs to be reawakened and remembered. This ancestral connection is extremely important, and we’re the vessel for it, so it’s our job to remember it. And then pass it down, pass it forward."



Unlocking our connection to our ancestors, brings direct knowingness to the gifts that heal the worlds wounded soul. The ancestors cheer with tears in their eyes every time we take a step forward.






Storycatching...

The Town Historian by Serena Malyon



This illustration is a celebration of history being passed down
through generations.

The weavers of tapestries, the bedtime-storytellers,
 the manuscript illuminators.

This woman was tasked with recording the history of her town,
now she tells stories of old to all who would hear them.




“To follow Story is to understand the path of healing.

Each of our stories is a universe.

Each one of us is living a story.

To discover its shape and essence is essential to soul making.” 


~ Deena Metger



“As we walk, all of our ancestors walk with us....

As we dance, all of our ancestors dance the Sacred Dance. Each step that we place is an important one. All of our relatives are walking with us, speaking through us like the many colors of the rainbow. Listen, and you will hear their steps, their voices, their colors. Listen, and you will hear your spirit calling upon all our relations, and you will feel their energy…

May we always keep our feet on Mother Earth, our eyes and minds above the treetops, our spirit with the Great Universal Spirit.

And may we always walk with…a sense of humility, kindness, wonder, and respect for all living things as we follow the sacred trail of those who have come before us and those yet to come.”

~ Michael T. Garrett from Walking on the Wind: Cherokee Teachings for Harmony and Balance.


Artwork by Frank Howell

Tuesday, 10 September 2019

Childhood holiday memories in Sunny Queensland : Part One


Walks in my Grandad's garden... 


I was only three when my Mum's Dad, "Jack" passed away and sadly I don't remember him...
but when I close my eyes and smell these particular flowers ~ Double Stock, Freesias and Carnations ~ I am suddenly transported back into his lush garden at Holland Park in Queensland. Mum says we walked together through the garden every day and I was the only one allowed to pick his precious flowers!



My Nan and Grandad ~ first cuddles with me
at 6 weeks old.
My Grandad (and then Aunty's) house back in the day...
and before his garden was established with frangipani, loquat,
mango, umbrella trees and assorted flowerbeds.
I also remember a sprawling fig vine which completely covered
that walled fence which seemed so very tall to me as a child.




Mini-me with my cousins, sitting at the foot of the back stairs
of their Queenslander. Being an only child, I loved hanging out
with my pretend 'big brothers' ~ despite the teasing!
You can tell by this photo who's really the boss!
I have such great memories of sitting down there eating sugar cane
and watermelon on those long, hot Summer afternoons...
Underneath the house was a treasure trove of boxes and tin trunks
filled with the boys' old toys, comics & books, marbles,
cowboys and indians ~ 
just waiting for me to dive in and explore!
Grandad with my cousin sitting beside the avery
that he built and which I also loved.



By the look on my face, I'd say this photo was
taken just before we were leaving to go home!

My favourite holidays with my Aunty and cousins.

~ Sandgate ~

Happy days down at Sandgate with my Mum and Nan.

Mum and I playing in the wading pool
which my Grandad helped to build.

Sitting on Grandad's knee at three, with Mum and my Uncle.
 Sadly this would be his last holiday with us all.


Next time...

The magic of Bribie Island!
Fresh crab sandwiches anyone?













"You can’t do anything about the length of your life,
but you can do something about its width and depth."

~ H. L. Mencken


Photo: Sabine Weiss









Sunday, 25 August 2019

The Great Forgetting and the Long Remembering...

Far Left: My Maternal Scottish Great Grandfather, Henry Hamilton Grahame, Sub-Collector of Customs ~ on board one of the houseboats with guests and two of his daughters, Dorothy & Lilian. It is likely that Henry's eldest daughter, my Grandmother Isobel, was behind the camera. Location: Queensland, ca 1920's.

“We can’t know where we’re going if we don’t know from what we originate. The loss of purpose that so many of us feel in modern times is more than a personal problem, it is a cultural ailment which arises out of what I call the Great Forgetting. Our lives are like the fruit of a heritage seed: Each of the generations that preceded us has contributed to our life’s survival. There is an ancestral momentum which carries us forward when we are in step with it, and to which we are beholden. To hear this momentum, we must turn towards the soul. There, in our dreams, we find the clues to what we love and what our lives long for.”

~ Excerpt from "Belonging: Remembering Ourselves Home" by Toko-pa Turner (belongingbook.com)



Thursday, 6 June 2019

Home and Away...

Our 2018 Travels to Guernsey and Somerset...



The return...
after sorting, clearing and saying farewell to La Maison...

But firstly...

My humble apologies for the long absence since my last sharing here... I can hardly believe that our trip was already one year ago!

What can I say... other than LIFE! and all of the meanderings which so often find us landing not quite where ~ or when ~ we expected!
Despite the ongoing 'busy-ness' of daily demands and nursing home visits with my dear Mum, I have been happily continuing to explore and expand on my family history and gather inspiration for future creative projects to share with you all. This also includes having my DNA tested with a surprise result! 

More on these and other recent happenings later... but first, let's complete my last journey...

So after many months awaiting our much anticipated trip ~ firstly back to my partner's family home ahead of the sale and then on to visit one of my own Ancestral homes ~ we returned after a wonderful and memorable trip, to say the least!


Part one... 

Our stay in beautiful Guernsey...



Flying into Guernsey on a beautiful Spring day...

We enjoyed many fish and chip evenings watching the late sunsets over Perelle Bay.


Thankfully we were blessed with beautiful sunny days and long twilight evenings which were filled with the scents and colours of Spring flowers and sweet bird song.

Our days were kept busy doing further sorting, packing and clearing with regular inspections, but we always made time to enjoy the many beautiful green lane and coastal walks, long lunches and dinner with friends and family.

Lovely Lilacs

During the course of sorting out a neighbour's boundary wall dispute with lawyers, we had found a very old suitcase in the parents' bedroom which contained every document since the Grandfather had built the house in 1920! In fact the oldest original paperwork was written entirely in French and fortunately finding these original property documents enabled the family to resolve the issue!
Also discovered amongst an assortment of property deeds and certificates were special greeting cards, postcards and some other treasures such as a small diary which had been written during evacuation time spent in Scotland during the time of the German Occupation in Guernsey. This was such a personal and moving eye-witness account of what must have been a very difficult and challenging five years away from family through the the eyes of an 11 year old girl.


Sadly both young sisters were evacuated to Scotland during the Occupation years and during our stay after lunch one day we took the opportunity to sit with Aunty and read out some pages of the diary which she enjoyed immensely and her sister's writing brought back many special memories for her. Even at 91 years of age her eyes and face lit up and we could see that she was reliving and relishing some of those moments as if they were only yesterday and we were very happy to listen to her stories and recollections.



   







Forever
Sister
Love

An assortment of some of the many exquisite tatted doilies hand made by Grandma.

Such a treat to bring home locally grown and freshly picked flowers from the local
'Hedge Veg' stalls every day. Today's assortment of white Iris and Sweetpeas.


Iris in the garden.
My Mother-In-Law's magnificent flowering Rhododendrons which
were always her pride and joy. So happy that they were flowering during our visit.


My favourite local beverage ~ the unmistakable Rocquette Cider!

A bee enjoying the Foxgloves!
Wonderful wild Honeysuckle flowers

Our shy, favourite garden visitor... Harry Hedgehog!

Such beautiful twilight and sunset views every evening...

Pink Sea Thrift ~ one of my favourites

Crystal clear waters... always worth the climb up and down the cliffs!

Foxgloves taller than us, growing all along the cliff paths

Cliff walks with stunning views surrounded by beautiful Spring wild flowers

Signs along the way to one of our favourite valley walks...








View looking back towards St Peter Port and the marinas.

La Gran’mère ~ an ancient Neolithic statue-menhir in the Castel churchyard.


Sunset views from our friends' beautiful farmhouse cottage.

Lovely long walks in the twilight with the ragged granite rocks glowing in the last light of the day

Our favourite shingle bank beaches...


A coffee from one of the Town cafes, Dix Neuf.


The heavenly scented Bluebell Woods are such a beautiful and magical walk.

Despite our trip this time being a somewhat bitter-sweet journey in saying farewell to the family home of three generations, I am grateful that we had this opportunity to help with the preparations for sale and say our goodbyes. Our many long walks in favourite places and times spent with family and friends are always precious and even more so this time not knowing when our next visit will be...
Since then, La Maison and her beautiful gardens have become a new home for memory making for the fortunate new owners and their family.
We have returned home with many of the treasured family photos which I will soon scan and put into a photo book for preservation and am looking forward to that creative project! (Once I have completed my Mum's Life Story book!)

Meanwhile we will always hold our memories close to our hearts and look forward to spending time in magical Guernsey again one day... I can't wait!

Grandma busy working on one of her exquisite tablecloths.

Part Two:

Next stop... Sparkford Hall in Somerset and beautiful surrounds...

Coming soon!






My 2nd Great-Grandmother, Susan Francis "Fanny" Bennett
whose Father Henry, built Sparkford Hall on the Sparkford Estate.
Susan was married to Archibald Hamilton Grahame by her Reverend father
in the local St Mary Magdalene Church on January 31st, 1861.
 Archibald Hamilton Grahame from Stirling, Scotland.

The original local stone flooring and staircase in the entrance foyer of Sparkford Hall
which has been beautifully restored and renovated by the new owners.



More to come... !