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I’ve lived a remarkably unremarkable life, but there are stories that my kids need to know. Stories, moments, events and people that my kids have never known or seen…. and they’ve all helped to shape who I am today.
So I’ve invested in a couple of pretty lined notebooks and will sit and write a little as I’m eating my lunch. I write until my hand cramps, then I sharpen my pencil for the next lunchtime, so I’m ready to go.
You can find part 1 of the Hands Project here.
Have you started writing your own stories down for your children and grandchildren? If you haven’t started, what’s stopping you?
I was at the local Farmer’s Market and was checking out some really funky eco-dyed scarfs when the lady on the stall noticed I was carrying a camera. She introduced herself as Janine – of Zenzi Designs – and we got talking. At the time she was working at our local aged care facility and was on the lookout for a photographer who might be interested in a project she had pitched to management.
The idea was this: there are a wealth of stories from the old folk at the home. The people who helped to shape our community. We needed to be able to capture their stories before they passed away because these are the stories that are being lost.
I immediately said “Count me in!” and the Hands Project was in motion.
There was a bit of red tape to wade through before we could get started, with the first photos and stories being collected in late June 2016. Residents moved out and in, and some passed away, which made the project all the more important to the both of us.
It’s a project I hope to continue, and one that has prompted me to begin journaling my own stories, so that when my time comes, my children will know all of the exploits of their Mother!
Until then, I present the Hands Project.
Next week I will share Part 2 of the project with you here on the blog.
Do you have the stories of your older relatives? Are they written down, or have they been passed down orally?
If I put it into perspective… at least I don’t live in Syria… it’s nothing I can’t manage. Health issues on many fronts, stretching myself too thin and, once again, not listening to my body has meant the time has come where something had to give.
Our bodies don’t coming with warning lights to let us know that something is about to break. But they do give us signals when they are running low. And running on empty seems to be a modern epidemic. Meet a friend down the street and ask them how they’ve been, and I’ll bet that part of their answer is “busy”.
Life is busy. There’s no denying that. We’re all plugged in, with time flying by. Places to be. People to see. Things to do. Not enough time.
And then we stress about our lack of time.
How often, though, do you schedule time to yourself? Time to unplug. Decompress. Take a break.
Solitude is a beautiful thing and can work wonders when you let it. It’s when you neglect that need for time alone that things come unstuck.
Stop forsaking solitude to keep up with the demands of life. Carve out moments, a brief as they may be. Because once you realise that time to yourself is as real a need as food or sleep, the rewards will be worth it.
So where will you find a moment for yourself today – a moment to feel. to think. to sit – and what will you do with it?
Me? I’m eating cake and reading a new magazine. Care to join me?
Image found here.