Love letter: Dear morning
I don’t know how to explain it.
You burn into my memory like a memory is supposed to: Six am waking up. Grandma bringing in a cup of hot tea. My skates on a towel in the corner of the room, waiting for me to finish my tea, pick them up and go to practice. Daily… for years and years and years.
I still skate on those skates, now just for fun, but tea always starts the day.
It’s my ritual and yet not a ritual at all.
It’s my pleasure and my passion.
I wish grandma was still here. She was the sweetest of peas.
Postcard: What’s the story, morning glory. Collage, acrylics, inks.
i miss my grandmother too … i often wonder what she would think of the world today …
So beautiful. I never had a good relationship with either of my grandparents, and one of them is still living.
I do wish that it could be different…
Debra She Who Seeks
You must have been a figure skater!
I was Debra. For 14 years! Still love it to pieces. No greater freedom of movement for me than gliding on the ice. 😀
Oh gosh V … I am teary now. What a lovely lovely post! So you were an ice skater? Wow. I adored roller skating with a passion. I couldn’t ice skate at all – it just didn’t work for me. Oh tea in the morning is a ritual for me too – how I love my morning cuppa. I didn’t know my Grandma – but my mother was the sweetest of peas, I adored her, still do. Hugs
I was an ice skater. Still love to skate. We also have some inline skates here and love to go for a spin here and there. Roller skating always looked like so much fun. Chloe can do it. I’ve tried but have a much easier time with the inline skates. She still has a very vintage pair of roller skates here. 😀