Queen of the Armchair aka Dzintra Stitcheries: Come ... walk with me

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Come ... walk with me - to the beach

We had a special evening tonight ... respite care for our daughter while she went out to a dinner at a local Country Club to celebrate Halloween ... so what did we do, we thought we'd take an early evening walk ... yes, just the two of us (doesn't happen very often) down to the beach ...

... we happened upon others with the same idea ...

... to our delight ... in the distance we saw a lovely little wedding party (the bride wore cream), posing for photographs and walking with celebratory drinks in hand ...

...then Hubby checked out the low tide ...

... we looked at the twisted sandstone ...

... then wandered back home ... our little tree fern garden

.... trio of Angels waiting at the front door ...

... and then a glass of red, cheese and crackers, and time out for a couple of hours ... put some nice music on, light a candle and wait till she arrives back home ... a perfect Saturday evening ... Our wealth lies not in what we have but in what we enjoy (Anonymous) ... just about sums it up... I hope you all enjoy your Saturday nights ...

15 comments:

Sal said...: Hi there!
Thank you so much for visiting my blog!!
I enjoyed your walk!
I'll take a good read of the rest of yours, now ;-); November 3, 2008 at 8:35 AM
Christine Crocker said...: your walk and your thoughts are very lovely.
thank you so much for coming to visit me.
Please come & sit by my fire anytime and enjoy a story or two.
yrs,
Christine; November 3, 2008 at 9:25 AM
Millie said...: Yes Dzintra how right you are - its the simple things in life that are the best. We are so far from the water up here in the Adelaide Hills & while it doesn't worry me so much, MOTH who's always had a deep affinity for the sea struggles constantly. So you have reminded me to make the time for a beach wander next week with him.
Millie ^_^; November 3, 2008 at 9:30 AM
Kimonos and Sushi(OLD BLOG) said...: Hi,
the walk on the beach would have just been beautiful. Glad to hear that you are getting about while recovering.My mum enjoyed the sponge I made her....well we all did actually. Have a great week will be back again.
Andrea; November 3, 2008 at 4:55 PM
a good yarn said...: Sigh. What a lovely way to spend the evening. A walk along the beach seems to recharge the soul (a little red and cheese doesn't hurt either!).

Happy Stitching...Ann :); November 3, 2008 at 7:52 PM
The Pink Poodle said...: thanks for visiting my blog...
that walk looked absolutely divine/.serene..
GORGEOUS...

PLEASE KEEP IN CONTACT...

XX ANDREA; November 3, 2008 at 9:13 PM
Pineapple Villa said...: What an absolutely beautiful spot you live in...I loved the photos. Am glad you get a bit of respite now and then, must make the world of difference. Hope you are enjoying all your books and you are a busy bee, Mel xxx; November 3, 2008 at 10:31 PM
Anonymous said...: Hello there, just realized after reading your post, that I have missed walking on the beach near home. Must do when the weather is kinder.Glad you had some respite.Regards Lyn; November 3, 2008 at 11:16 PM
Micki said...: Your beach looks so much like ours. We often take walks on the beach together, and I agree that you can't buy those precious moments.
Micki
In Ireland; November 3, 2008 at 11:54 PM
Sea Angels said...: How very beautiful Dzintra, your beach is amazing, and what a lovely evening you have had.You live in such a gorgeous place, oh I just can't beleive it. Thanks for sharing your special time.
Hugs Lynn xx; November 4, 2008 at 6:17 AM
vosgesparis said...: sounds like a really harmonious evening, nice for you ;); November 4, 2008 at 8:32 AM
Annabelle said...: Luv your ocean,Dzintra!
Your evening looked magical.Wish I was there by the sea. Thanks for all of your lovely comments on my blog, glad you enjoyed the music.; November 5, 2008 at 5:05 AM
Anonymous said...: My idea of a perfect Saturday night! It's the simple things that I always long for and remember most.
Catherine; November 8, 2008 at 8:54 AM
Anonymous said...: Thanks for the stroll along the sand Dzintra !!!
A Paris Tango you have now... divine too !
Love Barb; November 8, 2008 at 10:15 AM
Relyn Lawson said...: OH! I love the ocean. I wish I could join you on your walk.; November 15, 2008 at 5:33 PM

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Hello, my name is Dzintra Ingrid ... have been known as Ingrid and since our Sea Change I have started to use Dzintra ... pronounced without the D ... (but still known as Ingrid, I know, it's confusing ...)

Welcome to my world ... a journal of our Sea Change ... Mum to three wonderful children ... bringing up a daughter with a disability and seeing life through her eyes ... being a new Nanna ... photos ... inspiring quotes ... taking on a cookery course ... the odd recipe ... and trying to get some stitching done amongst all this ...

Dedicated to Carers...

'Welcome to Holland'

I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this ...

When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guidebooks and make your wonderful plans. The Colosseum, Michelangelo's David - the gondolas of Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.

After months of eager anticipation the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, 'Welcome to Holland'.

'Holland'? You say. 'What do you mean Holland? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy'.

But there has been a change in the flight plan. They have landed in Holland, and there you must stay.

The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, filthy place, full of famine and disease. It's just a different place. So you must buy new guidebooks. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.

It's just a different place. It's slower paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while, you look around, and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills, Holland has tulips, Holland even has Rembrandts.

But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy, and they are all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say, 'Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That is what I had planned'.

The pain of that will never go away, because the loss of a dream is a very significant loss. But if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things about Holland.

Written by Emily Perl Kingsley......Mother of a Child with a Disability

Kerri...

To everything there is a season,
and a time to every purpose under heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sow;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate;
a time of war; and a time of peace.~

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

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Sunday, November 2, 2008

Come ... walk with me - to the beach

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