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A photo

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This photo, was so moving that I asked Cee Neuner if I could use it.  It’s of a 90-year-old lady who hadn’t been on a horse for 50 years, so it’s really a happy shot but it makes me feel sad.

So many themes in my life, I’m questioning, wondering about, feeling sad, angry and confused.

My decision to walk away from horses as there was no future here with them for me-is that time really over? If I rode again, would I be a bundle of nerves and have to start all over again?

My own childhood was filled with  seeing the effects of ageing on my Grandmother, her stroke and dementia, the constant battle between her and my mother. Having to decide to hate one and love the other. Seeing my own mother die from what for her was the most humiliating form of cancer. Consequently being unable to handle friends growing old and declining, causing me either to act in anger or walk away.  Being unable to handle my own changes as I get older too.

This picture touched something deep inside, the message of being never being too old. I will have to look at it for a long time until I get what it’s saying to me.

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27 thoughts on “A photo

  1. Keep looking at this photo. You deserve happiness and freedom. It’s yours to grab. This lady was fabulous and knew her own mind. It is nice to see it at any age. Go find your own peace of mind.

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  2. Reblogged this on Cee's Photography and commented:
    The blogger at So Where’s the Snow asked me a week or so ago if she could use my photo of Geraldine’s hand for a post. I of said she could. I had no idea that this photo touched her so deeply. I hope you go over and read her post.
    Qi (energy) hugs
    Cee

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  3. What a beautiful written post – it touched my deep inside.

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  4. Anna, I think this picture has spoken to you already. XO

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  5. Life isn’t easy. Still we need to be thankful for what we have and how we are

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  6. Hi Anna,

    I fully understand the thing between your grandmother and your mother.
    My grandmother saw my mother still as her child and didn’t accept anything what she was saying or suggesting to her. My mother just wanted to help. If I as her grandchild said the same, it was o.k. for my grandmother 😉 and she did what I told her to do 🙂 I think it is the thing between mother and daughter.
    Today I am 54 and my mom sometimes still treats me like a little kid, but I am only laughing at it 😀 I don’t take it serious, but I know she only wants the best for me.
    Cheers Angela

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    • Thanks Angela, what you say sounds so familiar! Our family was complicated, my Mum was in Canada, decided she was leaving my Dad(that’s another long story)and Gran sold a ring to pay for the passage home, she never let my mother forget it for the next 30 years! I have two older brothers and when I was maybe 4 I realized it was be in with my brothers and mum and hate Gran or like Gran and be excluded! The two women fought tooth and nail- and when I was old enough to try and intervene and did, they both separately thanked me for taking their side-aaaarrgghh! I left home shortly after! I can look back with humour now but at the time it was awful!!! Thanks again, it’s great to know someone else has been the daughter in the middle!

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  7. Ce’s photo is so beautiful. My granny went on a horse for the first time when she was 85-years-old. I wasn’t there to record it, and no-one thought to take a photo. 😦

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  8. Reblogged this on Meet The Artists – Art Box and commented:
    Beautiful photo and blog!

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