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.