Someone asked me today why I blog. Another person said recently that, at my age, it’s enough to be a good grandmother to my grandchildren. To be honest, and I’ll try to be truthful in this, the reason I started blogging was because of my older brother. I’d like to say that he encouraged me to do so, but the truth of the matter is that it was a case of sibling rivalry. Mine. About ten years ago, he started a blog from his eyrie, a farmhouse nestled in a valley below the French Alps, (http://skyvington.blogspot.com.au/), and I wanted to prove that I was able to do so myself. I’d been writing for therapeutic reasons for many years at the time. I knew it was a hangover from childhood, this need to prove myself: an immature impulse on my part. It’s the same reason why I embarked on higher studies, and ended up with several Masters degrees, even though I didn’t like school or even university very much.
It has taken me years to realise that, what I really love doing is honing my skills in creative writing, especially fiction and memoir.
And hey, ten years on, I’m still enjoying the blogging process, as it feeds into my passion for writing. So thanks, mon frère, for always being an inspiration.
Fortunately, I also have time for my seven grandchildren; two of them, Kate’s little boys, (see below at Coogee Beach) live nearby. The two children have been swimming during winter. Four of the grandchildren are non-biological, having been fostered by Joel and his partner for six years now.
When we visit the other mob, it’s a three-hour trip by car to Vacy in the Hunter Valley. Here the kids play in nature surrounded by dogs, horses, gum trees, and, in the distance, kangaroos. It’s a paradise for children.
I’ve reconnected recently with people from my past, one who has told me that he is bored with his life. Some live only for their children and grandchildren . I cannot imagine this. I feel so lucky and priviliged to have these twin passions, my family AND my writing. And what about the joys of travel, exploring different cultures and scenery? How can anyone be bored when there is so much to do and to see on planet earth?
On my walk along the seabord just now, I noticed carpets of black birds (ducks?) competing for ocean space and for fish with the white seagulls. It’s another sign of spring.