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Wednesday, 23 January 2008

Morning Pages - Sir Edmund Hilary 1919 -2008


Thank you Wikpedia for today’s awesome picture of Mount Everest and now the opportunity to write my own tribute to Sir Edmund Hilary who sadly passed away 11 January 2008. I wasn’t around when Hilary conquered this beautiful but deadly lady but thanks to him my school house team had a name. The other three, also heroic adventurers, were Hunt, Shackleton and Scott. Each year the house assembly would be a tribute to Hilary and his achievements so he became and always will remain one of my heroes. Not just because he climbed a great big mountain but also for his commitment to the people of Nepal. Hilary was not just a brave man of courage but a man with a caring heart. So thank you Sir Edmund for being a wonderful inspiration to me and my life.


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Morning Pages - Sailing the Seas of Dreams


‘Ships of dreams sail through our heads feeding our imaginations as we sleep. Sails of flowers catch each breath embracing us into our dreams. Petals fall slowly on the breeze covering us with a luxurious scented quilt that aids our rest, keep us warm in dream world.’ Another of Nana’s stories that she told me as a child, to get her restless grand daughter to sleep. The ships of dreams is one of the few that have remained with me into adulthood. My Nana could spin a yarn that’s for sure and sadly most people made fun of her for it. Me, I used to love sitting with her and listening to her tales. It didn’t matter to me if they weren’t true and it certainly doesn’t matter now, I loved the imagery my Nana used to give me from her mind. Ships with sails of flowers, Native American camps full of singing, Irish castles with people dancing, fairies for every little magical thing in life, teddy bear best friends and jolly snowmen. All of them food for the imagination, especially one like mine. This picture has taken me back decades to when as a little girl I would cuddle up on Nana’s lap and pester her senseless for her stories.


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