In my clean out the other day I had to figure out what to do with these beauties: potential rubbish bin material?
Well, I could not do it:
Heres why ..
These are macro shots of my Nans recipes. Even though they are old and largely illegible … they are my Nans essence <3 In this shot I can ‘see’ her love and beauty; her patience with us; her creativity and her wisdom. I miss her. And these little pieces of paper made my mindfulness-ness sort of teary, but happy.
I am privileged to have had a Nan in my life, right up until I was in my 30s. Not to many people can say that. My children had a Great-Nan but she departed this world before her great great grandchildren were born.
Memories come with all sorts of things … bits of paper; handwritten scribbles; recipes; smells; words … flavours.
I love my Nan for everything she gave Us girls. She was / is the epitome of strength and resilience.
Today the shout out mindfulness spot goes to my Nan.
<3
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kpm© : me & pts (d) 
Mine did the same those recipes and notes were more treasured than gold to her
Ahhh yes … its a shame we can’t read this one properly, but we still have a few her old recipes. Mind due this was the generation that just added a ‘dash of this and that’ and it came out perfect every time :)
Your blog hit me right in the heart, share the memories.
Thank you <3
Awww…yes I miss my Nan too. Keep all you can of her and pass it on to your kids.
<3