Showing posts with label children. Show all posts
Showing posts with label children. Show all posts

Wednesday, 15 August 2007

ONE SUN, MANY CHILDREN

BRAZIL - RIO





WAMORI INDIAN CHILD






IRAQ

Patrick arrived home tonight, animated, relaxed and happy. Before heading out to meet up with his friends, he handed me the camera we bought between us just prior to his tour of duty in Iraq.

I smiled as I held it in my hand, the sheen gone, the cover worn and a tad battered, well travelled in other words. He gave me the OK to share his pictures on my blog.
On the disk were pictures taken whilst in Iraq, very different landscape to that of South America, but it has its own beauty.
I love the sunsets and given its the same sun that shines on all of the children in these pictures, I struck by the vast difference in their lives and what the future holds in store for them, their tommorrows.
Im struck by the trust, the curiosity of the Iraqi children, their innocence, and continue to pray that adults with the power will strive to work for peaceful solutions, worldwide.





Wednesday, 20 June 2007

From here to ??

Coming soon to a screen near you (PERHAPS)




My original blog I set up at blog.com this will soon join the many, many seemingly abandoned blogs on that site, and here I am.

I first started blogging as a way of staying focussed on a special dream I have of travelling to Africa, initially South Africa on a horse safari near the foot of the Drakensburgh mountains. I hope to have the finances to enable me to live this dream next year, in the meantime, Im keeping it alive through this blog, as it can be so easy to loose sight of dreams through circumstances and situations that crop up and take over..yet time and time again I have found myself writing as a mother, writing about my childrens travel.

This has been educational, inspiring and unexpected for me too, I delight in the knowledge that they have created and seized the opportunities open to them to travel and I have had the opportunity to share to an extent their experiences through their stories.

Patrick my youngest son will land in Venuezuala tonight to begin his 7 weeks of travel, he seems so young at 20, yet having served two tours of duty in Iraq I have to do a reality check on my natural mothering instincts and acknowledge HIS life experience at such a young age, and delight that he is living life his way.

We sat for a couple of days before he went, chatting, as he made his map and route, scouring the internet for the places and sites he definitely wants to see during his stay and finding out the information about where to go and where not to go, what to watch out for and be careful about.

He travelled to London on Monday to stay with his sister Laura before jetting off. Laura has been fortunate enough to travel through her work with a film production company and has just recently returned from the Cannes film festival.

She called to say that Patrick had arrived safely, then all excited tells me that she had applied for one of those reality television shows, Shipwrecked.
Not expecting to hear anything from them, she then goes on to say that she has made it through to the second round and has been called for an interview for the next stage...Where does it all end.....Where did it all begin??

Ive not seen this show and I have to say that Im not a fan this genre of show, its all too much Desmond Morris'y and watching the chimps at the zoo for my liking, but that just me, I know they make for popular viewing for some reason.

The thought of seeing my own daughter appear in one is too much for me to comprehend at the moment. Part of me wants her to succeed if thats what she wants, but another part of me is saying...OH GOD NO!!! but I dont honestly know why...

Im laughing at myself in the meantime and looking forward to the days when I AM sleeping under the stars or galloping across the plains in Africa...No cameras please...Im a celebrity..get me outta here.