It’s been a long time since I last blogged, and the more time that has passed, the less inclined I’ve felt to resume posting. I think it’s related to a fear that I’ve run out of things to write about since returning from a holiday to Australasia and recognizing that I’m no longer new or experiencing significant culture shock, two things that were simple to write about. So I’ll start with something simple; my trip home was fabulous!
It was far too short and frantic with trying to see everyone I possibly could in 3 days in Melbourne followed by 6 in NZ. I had barely enough time to buy all the coffee I could bring back without looking like I was hiding something illegal in my suitcase, barely enough time to cuddle my godsons as many times as they would let me, or to hear what has been happening with my brother and sister-in-law in London for 2 years, but long enough to lie still for 90mins while a lady attached longer eyelashes to my own. My time was prioritized well.
My brother’s wedding was the highlight (think laughter, love, nice wine, celebration, wine, Mum’s dress on fire, ambulance sirens, did I mention wine? family, union and lots of pictures). It was closely matched by being present to celebrate Dad’s 50th birthday along with most of Lower Hutt and Wellington. Paul’s decision not to give a speech became slightly lubricated and he decided that I could tell him what he should say in the speech. With no preparatory thought, it was easy. Dad is so gifted. He does well at all he does – his family, his marriage, his career and his faith. Our parents have given us a wonderful example for all three of us to strive for.
During a conversation my siblings, sisters-in law and I had about where we grew up, I verbalized a long-held observation that my brothers are generally more sensitive than I. They write the sappier cards, hug my parents more than I do, cry when they give speeches and have gorgeous in every way life-partners. My observation was supported nicely by Dad contributing that I was made of titanium. While I felt slightly bruised by the comment and a little defensive, I think my defense would have a titanium punch, so perhaps he’s right. So does titanium scare off men? I could provide my own jewelery! Just throwing it out there ☺
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Great Blog Caela! Though I didnt hear that comment of Dad's (good grief! though think I get what he means! One of great strength!), I think you are made of sugar and spice and everything thats wonderful -an amazingly intelligent, intuitive and gifted young woman, with so much to offer this world (and that perfect man out there somewhere). A sensitive(yes you are, just better at not showing it), thoughful, kind, caring, loyal, supportive, honest(!!), loving daughter, sister, in law, niece, grandaughter and much loved friend of many - hear hear out there!? xoxox
ReplyDeleteI had some ideas brewing about titanium that I wanted to share some time ago. I'm sorry its taken me so long.
ReplyDeleteTitanium is of course known for its strength, but remember that as a metal it is also malleable and ductile, and can still be hurt, scratched, dented and abraded. It is one of the most beautiful of the silver metals; able to shine like a star under a craftsman's skill. It is very resistant to corrosion, meaning it stays true to its nature no matter its external environment. I know it better as a pigment; titanium dioxide. It is incredibly helpful as it is a strong white with the best hiding-power I know of. But for me that sometimes isn't helpful as it hides what's going on underneath. Sometimes we need to see that showing through. Its true colour is also often overlooked or undervalued; it is so much as a whitener for other pigments, lifting their colour, rather than being valued for its own blue-white hue. Strength has a price.
These were the ideas I thought of in relation to my friend; her beauty, her strengths, but also her vulnerabilities. I wouldn't be overly concerned about the boys who can't recognise true worth. There will be others, and not just boys, who can.