If you know about Geocaching, you will understand the title and basically I hid a new cache and it is up and running this morning. If you don’t know what I am on about, please find out about Geocaching. It’s a great way to find out about places you find yourself living in, travelling through, with fun for kids (of all ages) and doesn’t cost a thing.
I personally don’t use a GPS (Global Positioning System) but Google Earth to locate each cache using the coordinates, then go to the place to find it and sign the log with my grandchildren.
We have two grandchildren staying with us for the rest of the month and anything and everything possible to go to for free or cheap (art/museum/craft/swimming…) we’ll be going to it. There really is an amazing amount of things put on for free.
Thank you to anyone who has put things on for free for children
over the summer holidays. xxx
Thinking of doing this Geocaching thing again with the grandchildren,
as it’s free, outdoors and can be fun.
I have just woke from a memory dream/nightmare. The memory is very real and again it had bothered me, so I will type my recall straight away:
We (myself, my four small children and my recently born baby) are on the ferry going home. The stewardess had asked me on boarding “Are you sure you want to sail today, it is a very bad storm”. My reply had been “Firstly I am not a tourist, we live on that island and we are going home, and secondly I cannot afford accommodation over night on the mainland or to have to buy another ticket”. The storm was horrendous and on the Beaufort scale it would be classified as a 10. The ship that had seemed so large when she had asked me, now felt small and so insignificant against the anger of the ocean. I didn’t know if it was in trouble, but the new attachments to the ship had seem to make the sailing worse than ever. I mean, the waves were so huge against the port hole, the spray so high up and then the whole ship would drop with a bang into valleys, yet to greet another in a different direction and then another and then another… I felt I had made a mistake to board. I had tried to keep the children sitting (less likely to puke than laying down) and the baby was snuggly wrapped up in his mosses basket. One of my sons sat with his back against the door asked “Are we going to die mummy?” and was my reply “I don’t think so, maybe we could pray?” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The children are all grown up now, but as I slept I was back in those moments and so very glad to wake. Today is another day. For some it might seem just like one lived before, but believe me it isn’t, it is this day precious 6th January 2017 and who knows what the fuck will happen? So beloveds reading this, if you can do anything within this day, make it a kind day to remember.
P.S. Maybe us being on board helped the captain concentrate to get us all home?
I’ve no formal training as a professional artist, only a couple of degree modules looking into fine art and public sculpture (ahem, yet I recall getting merit and distinction). I got good marks for both subjects overall and enjoyed the creativity involved.
The module of fine art looked into the various artists and we studied their work. Whereas the public sculpture module went into all sorts of aspects including balance and safety of large pieces. We even got to make a maquette (small mock up) of a sculpture we would make if we had the chance. If I had been able to make the sculpture, it would have looked a bit like this:
My maquette was made in a fast drying clay, then painted with nail varnish and placed into a scene made of cardboard. It represented a huge sculpture that if I could, would have been created for just outside a safe house for street kids, Mexico. You see I had been reading about how the street kids had been killed right outside the gate of a building in question, by police!
I decided that the sculpture could be made physically strong enough to withstand a car attempting to run down a child or stop bullets. At least long enough perhaps, for the volunteers to open the gates and get the child into safety.
My thinking about the artistic side, was that not only did it represent the child (painted golden metallic in the middle) but the protective nature of the house and those who volunteered in it.
“Stop running around. Stay here.” An irritated look. Something like frustration, exasperation, helplessness. “Don’t touch that! No, we’re not getting candy.” The mom in front of me in line gets more and more agitated. I see a frown on her face, her lips tighten. I hear her voice rise and speed up. She clenches to […]
via Empathy in the supermarket — Empathy works. It always does.
Kids teach us to be happy for no reason, to be curious, to be lovely and occasionally they teach us how to be really, really stubborn, bless ’em! Bless the kind thought that a person is strong, however small, enough to stomp and that we can love them and we can acknowledge that they love us too.
How I wish that the possibility of peace is shown to all those that stomp their feet so very hard, yet still know the freedom of being able to stomp feet, without hurting anyone.
Adults of tomorrow, are the kids of today,
Not just food, let them happy and safely, go out to play,
Childhood obesity is now at heart-breaking rate,
Young people in school or hospitals getting in a worse state,
Only how can they be blamed, for what they all ate?
Sometimes the corner kids are sent to are mental, not physical ones.
Encourage kids to be kind, be free, be different as they so choose to be and to join in with others at their own pace.
No one likes having someone stand over them as they eat. So adults, step back a while, give the kid some room to grow into and be sociable with the other kids.