Today's challenge was to write a letter. There were so many people to choose from that I dithered! Then I read a little bit further into the challenge and it was suggested that the letter might be to oneself. So that is the one I decided to tackle. You might find it little sentimental but hey- ho I went with the flow!
I can’t remember the last time that I wrote to you, but I just wanted to check in on you and tell you how I think you’ve been doing over the years.
Firstly, you were lucky to grow up in a loving family, with parents and a sister who over the years have always been there for you when you have needed them.
You managed, after hard work, to obtain the O levels and A levels you needed to acquire you a place at teacher training college. Here you found your true vocation and I can remember how delighted you were when you graduated and then found yourself a teaching job!
For the next 39 years you were a successful teacher, loving the time spent working with such incredible human beings. Children are often misrepresented, and you know that they have so much to offer, so much potential and that they are a joy to work with.
You thoroughly enjoyed you time in the teaching profession. Sure, there were rough times as it is a highly stressful and difficult job, and the workload was hard, but you stuck too it and made good friends in the process as well encouraging pupils to succeed.
As a young woman, you were again truly fortunate to have met and married your lovely husband who has been your rock over the years and has been, as a lot of people have observed, ‘the love of the life!’ 46 years and still counting!
Looking back, you will feel justifiably proud of your daughter who has exceeded any expectations that you may have had of her. With magnificent GCSE and A level results she attended university, where she earned her master’s degree in a field predominantly filled by men. You must surely be happy that she now has a stable life, owns a car, a house and two delightful cats! She has a good set of friends and hobbies and she is happy which is what you always wanted for her. She is and always will be the best thing that ever happened to you and your lovely husband.
When you sit and read this letter I hope that you remember the good times you and your loved ones have had and how you were able to have some incredible holidays and visit so many different countries and interesting places. You should be thankful also for a close -knit band of friends. The meals, the evenings out and the time spent together which I am sure you have enjoyed tremendously.
I know that you are passionate about reading and it is one of your major past- times and writing is another of your loves. I hope that you continue with both and maybe just maybe you might want to think about adding more exercise into your hobby list. (Just joking!)
I know that in life there are many tribulations, trials, and difficult times but I thought that you might like to reflect on the good aspects of the life that you have lived and realise that all in all, you have had a fantastic time so far on this earth and I just wanted you to know that you should be feeling blessed and grateful for all the goodness that has come your way over the past 66 years!
I hope that my letter reaches you and that you are keeping well, and I hope that you will continue to look after yourself in the coming years. I wish you all the best for a long and healthy life!
I've had a busy day today, shopping, cleaning, baking and starting to sort out one of my over stuffed cupboards, that, I haven't had time to work on today's challenge. So, I've kind of cheated.
The challenge was called, 'A Patch In Time' and I had to think of a badge or patch which showed a period of my life. Early this morning, I had ideas buzzing around my head but as the day progressed, no time to create a fun new piece.
However, fortunately for me in my endeavours to bring some order to basket upon basket of papers, I found a certificate awarded to me by Year 6 children from my school.
I was a teacher for nearly 40 years and 34 of them were spent at the same school. I loved being a teacher and loved working with children so being awarded a certificate, which was presented to me during a whole school assembly was very much appreciated.
The words on the the award touched me deeply as I had always tried to bring a little bit of fun into the classroom.
My class motto had always been, 'Laugh a little-Learn a lot!'
As I have already stated on my last challenge, I am not an artist and my creative artistry is limited, so I struggled with this challenge. Thankfully, my talented husband came to the rescue and created for me 'sock dog!'
I chose a short and sweet option today for my challenge called freestyle. I had to set a time for between 5 and 10 minutes and then do anything creative I felt like doing in that time. I decided to get a piece of paper and some felt tips and voila! A piece of doodle art!
For this challenge I decided to reverse the roles of the prince and the princess and re tell the story from one of the other main character’ s point of view.
To say that I was disgruntled is an understatement! There I was developing nicely in the nursery garden, my lovely green sweetness ripening, when I was plucked, nay tweaked, twisted, tugged, and pulled out of my cosy bed just to be swept away into the dark gloomy room of the palace kitchen. I left behind the light bright sunshine and my fellow bed-mates.
Once inside I was washed, swirled, twirled nay whirled around under a stream, gush, nay torrent, of icy cold water.
“Would this torture never end?” I agonised, as my round plumpness began to swell. I was placed onto a cloth and laid out in all my nakedness for all to see. There were quite of few of us I must say, drying off in the confines of the steamy kitchen. I had given up all hope and was just about ready to expire when suddenly, there she was!
The most brilliant light in the world. A mess of golden curls, blue piercing eyes like dewdrops from lavender bluebells. She glided over the roughhewn cobblestones bringing magic and breathlessness with her. She paused and elegantly bent over the dazzling array of green and then quite unexpectedly, she clapped her delicate porcelain hands together and squealed with joy.
“Oh, this is the one I must have!” she said, her voice tinkling with moonbeams across the crowded kitchen. Suddenly, there was hustle and a bustle as favoured underlings hurried, nay scurried, to do her bidding. I had been given the honour of being selected to accompany this vision of ethereal beauty out of the dismal, dingy abode. I was placed reverently into a golden bowl and raised, lifted, nay elevated up and carried with all pomp and ceremony out of the kitchen towards my destiny.
I shivered, quivered, nay vibrated with joy and excitement as I was transferred to my lovely’s apartments. They were sumptuous, luxurious, and here I was to remain. My princess spoke again and as she tenderly caressed me, her gentle hands stroked, and her sweet breath hovered over me. She lay me down inside a soft hollow of warmth.
“Night, night, my saviour!” she whispered. “Please do your job well.”
And as I relaxed and basked in her afterglow, I felt the first sense of fear, as a heavy cloud descended over me, locking out the light. I was stilled, subdued nay banished into a grey world which deepened as heavier and heavier clouds were loaded nay heaved upon my fragile spherical body until all the doom and gloom in the world shrouded my existence.
It was quiet and I could hear muffled sounds from up above. Time passed slowly but every now and then I could hear her charming voice and my spirits were raised but then to my utter dismay, there came the first night of pounding. I could hardly breath, as above me, the clouds, turned, twisted, nay rumbled making my body swell and roll as I tried desperately to dislodge the heavy weight which had trapped me and held me down. I was uncomfortable so I spun, somersaulted, jiggled, and wriggled until the weight lifted and I could breather again.
Time after time this happened until I had been flattened, crumpled nay squashed, and crushed. My soft green skin was bruised and battered. I ached with the nightly strain.
Fortunately, a glimmer of hope occurred. My love had once more visited the bedroom and had sat on top of the topmost cloud. Her voice was still pretty and sweet and she laughed. However, she left quickly, and I prepared myself for another night of terror.
But lo and behold fairy godmothers do exist in this world of ours, and mine had finally woken up. The lightest of touches hit the clouds, and this continued all night long. Not once was there a time when I felt the weight bear down on me. A stillness so pure and righteous filled my sleep and in the morning, lo and behold once more the tinkling laughter of my beloved could be heard.
I waited and waited in aching anticipation and then finally, the clouds lifted, from me revealing a blinding light as sunshine filtered through the windows of the bed chamber.
There was my vison! My loveliness! My princess! Standing tall, aglow in the rainbow light. All my frustration, my aches, my pains simply vanished in her saintly presence.
“Take it away!” she commanded, and I was rewarded by the sight of the heavy clouds being disassembled and carried out of the bedchamber. A deep yet melodious baritone reminded me that there was another person accompanying my beloved. Laugher filled the room. I was happy, nay elated when I was picked up and held close to by beauty’s lips.
And then with a wave of her delicate hand, she tossed, threw, nay, flung me into the arms of a waiting servant. I was taken from her forever, creased, crinkled nay wrinkled. My lustrous green shine had disappeared, and an over ripe, crusty craggy brownness had taken its place.
I was discarded later that day and fell, tumbled, plunged nay, plummeted into the pig slop bucket forever to be forgotten, until one day I would be immortalized by Hans Christian Andersen in one of his classic fairy stories but that is something you will have to wait for!
I tackled this challenge in two ways.
First, I took the title, ‘Poem of Love’ and added a poem about my daughter Alison when she was first born.
Dear Daughter Mine.
She smiles and…
a polar ice cap melts.
She laughs and…
a thousand people are uplifted.
She cries and…
a nation is saddened.
She is the sun, the moon and…
as my love orbits around her
I am overwhelmed by
the pulsating glow of motherhood.
Sue Westcott (C.)2021
Then, I read the brief which was to write a poem about the things that I love about myself! Well, that was indeed a challenge! So here is my acrostic effort:
Wife (46 years)
Easy going (normally)
Story writer/teller (daily)
Sue Westcott(C.) 2021
Today I had to make a sculpture using 5 objects found in my home. Once this was completed I had to rearrange the objects to form another sculpture which may or may not have relevance to the first one! I had the battle with Covid in my mind!
My first sculpture is called TOWER OF HEALTH!
I rearranged the objects. This is called Attack Formation!
And finally a third arrangement! This is called Defeat!
I recently watched a film based on the life story of Helen Reddy, a female singer trying to break into the music industry in the 1960s, 70s and 80s.
It was called I Am Woman after a song that she released of the same title.
It was released at the same time as when women in the USA were demonstrating for equality with men in the work place and within the law.
This song became their anthem and since watching the film, whenever I have felt down, depressed or overwhelmed by something I think of some of the lyrics which are;
I can do anything
I am strong
I am invincible
I am woman!.
And I feel better!
Although I'm not signed up for this group's challenge, it caught my imagination and brought back memories of my teaching days.
The challenge was to create a bird.
I remembered doing something similar with the children in my classes using tangrams.
You can find these puzzles quite easily on the internet and can download free PDF templates if you and your children wanted to try them out.
Not only can you make birds, there are many other animals and shapes you can create. I know that the children in my classes enjoyed doing them. So over to you.