Monday, April 23, 2012

FALLING LEAVES


It's Autumn!



Autumn/Fall is a time of the year which resonates deep into my soul.  It is so reflective of the circle of life and seems to fill the world with nostalgia and darkening gloom.


Despite the beautiful colours of Autumn, the knowledge of the icy chill of winter (just around the corner) seems to distract us from the beautiful colours which surrounds us. 


Soon the gloom of winter will descend and we will think it is forever. 

Is it not possible, however, to alter this thought into one of wonder and anticipation? 


Let me explain…

We often hear the phrase “Born again” in religious circles; a phrase which symbolises the dying of the self and the rebirth of the soul.  

In my mind, Autumn symbolises this phrase directly into the heart of nature.  We can even visualise it in ourselves.  

Leaves – symbols of a previous prosperous life – suddenly morph into strange, unusual colours, and then detach themselves from trees to fall and become dust... 

The incredible beauty of our surroundings suddenly disappears and leaves us with a grey world.  It can be a time of depression and deepening despair.

But amidst the beautiful leaves of Autumn lies the energy of the transformation; the hope of Spring and a new world.  One just has to look for it. 

How often do we see this in the world  at large too?  
Sometimes, usually vibrant people are suddenly struck with some fatal diseases or permanent affliction, and then sadly succumb to their illnesses? 



It seems that the notions of “Autumn” and “Death” hold hands together.  

But there is hope…always!!!…



This particular branch on the tree outside our house, for example, will soon become bare.  The tree itself will loose its leaves and lie, dormant, for a couple of months.  

But in a few months, new shoots will emerge signalling spring.  Suddenly the whole world will come to life.





Although,the months of winter may seem endless, we know, with certainty, that it is only transitional. The miracle of what lies below the solid bark and the seeds which lie desolate continues to work its magic.  


Soon, a whole new world will emerge.... 




Perhaps as human beings, we too fall into the same process … 

Is this also our season to change?  To begin our own transformation?

Perhaps it's the opportunity to rest and then to embrace new-found energy:  perhaps a new life;  a chance to grow as a person and a precious soul. Our Autumn is simply a transforming energy. A brand new life is on the horison - the promise is there...




But yes, like the trees, we first have to rid ourselves of our clutter – emotional and otherwise - turn our back on the things which burden us and keep us from springing to life.  


And then, finally, we need to embrace the wonderful, God-given hope of a new day; a new season; a new life...

Let us all rest in that hope...

With love
Caryl

Thursday, March 15, 2012

TODAY's PALETTE

(With love, to my husband)

The palette of today is yours -
YOURS alone!

Only YOU can paint its glorious colours.
Leave the dark ones prone.

Will you paint it with wonder & awe?
Reaching the full potential of your masterpiece?

Or, at the end of the day, will it lie unattended?
Dismal?

Don't let others destroy what is rightfully yours...

The palette of today is YOURS -
YOURS alone!

Caryl Moll
15 March 2012

Thursday, March 1, 2012

TEA SETS GALORE

GREETINGS FROM SOUTH AFRICA!


I've recently been so inspired by Beth's blog - "BEYOND THE GARDEN GATE" - that I decided to put up a somewhat different post today. Beth often puts up beautiful posts and invites her cyber-guests to "have a cup of tea" with her in her beautiful garden. I always feel refreshed and inspired after reading Beth's blog.

Well today, I would like to share a "secret" with my own readers... 

I am a tea-set "hoarder". I didn't quite realise that I had so many until I recently took stock of all the tea-sets in my home.   I'm not sure exactly how many I have, but they've been put in my care by various people over the years. I must admit, they are really beautiful but not used nearly as much as they should be. 

My mother was a great "tea-party" person and she  made huge efforts for her guests. A freshly starched linen table cloth was carefully thrown over the garden table.  A small vase of flowers was added and then the tea was made.  I was often put in charge of pouring of the tea for the guests and would hand out the steaming cups to their recipients.  A sugar bowl with pretty coloured granules was also offered, followed by the day's cake or biscuit variety from the kitchen.  It was a cherished ritual. Unfortunately, my mom is no longer with us anymore, but her tea sets live on and so do the wonderful memories.  

I'd like to share some of them with you...

 Above: Hand-painted pottery tea set.
 Above: Royal Dalton: "Moss Rose"
 Above: Royal Dalton: "Cottage Garden"
 Above: A silver tea-set given to my mother as a 'Long-service' award.
Above: This tea-set was inherited from my late mother-in-law.
Queen Ann tea-set

 Above: A 'cake/biscuit' plate with 'Czechoslovakia' etched on the back (?)
Above: A 'tea strainer' that I gave my mother for her birthday.  
(Don't know who made it.)
 Above: My personal 'large' tea cup given to me by my husband
(A real favourite - both the hubby AND the cup that is, lol!)
 Above: Arzberg white morning tea set.
 Above: ???? no idea where they came from, but VERY old!!!
Any suggestions?
 Above: Also an Arzberg morning tea set
 Above: Our family's biscuit barrel.
Make???
 Above: Milk jug: British heritage collection
 Above: Plate and vase: 'The Claypit' (Australia).  Handpainted
 Above: Hand-painted cake plate: South African protea
 Above: Cake plate: South African antelope
Above: 50th Wedding anniversay
(Yes, my parents were married for 50 years1)

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BUT ...the biggest secret of all is that I don't really use these tea-sets much.  

In our fast modern life-style, our family generally reaches for the old faithful coffee mugs in the cupboard.  How times have changed. 
But admittedly, both have merit.
:)
Sending lotsaluv to you all
Caryl