People often ask whether I can feel 'mum' travelling with me or sense her near. I often move away from the question since I'm not one for the after life in any of the religious or spiritual senses. Which isn't to say that more power to them if they do exist. What I do know is that Mum is part of me. As she is part of you if she became a part of your life for a significant time or touched your heart, made an impression on you in some way or another. I do believe people carry on, not necessarily in an after life, but through us and within us. I cannot help but see Mum each day at various places as I stop or pass. Not through a conscious effort, just simply because it is easy for me to picture her here and there, sometimes visually, sometimes heard. I am not ashamed to say that not a single day has gone by since I began this journey when I haven't shed tears, but then if tears alone could bring back to us those that we love and have lost, the oceans would be sure never to run dry.
There is a quote that I hold close to me that I would like to share.....We don't take pictures with our cameras. We take them with our hearts, and we take them with our minds.
The only way I have of sharing what I see as I make Mums journey is through what I type here and the pictures that I can show you. I think I have said many times in some of the other posts that the pictures do not do the places justice. Don't get me wrong. There are a myriad of lenses available. Techniques to learn, filters that can be used, but none of which will ever be capable of replicating what the human eye is able to see or to catch the moments that pass us by. Our eyes see not only what is before us, but what is around us. Constantly exploring how that relates to our knowledge, our memories, our thoughts and perceptions, our experiences. Each sight gives to us a unique perspective, as so each photograph gives us a snap shot of what was as opposed to what is, but that in itself will hopefully trigger a memory of something that we can review again and again and yet never be able to transpose to others through either the medium of a picture or through the construction of a sentence. Such are the limitations of vocabulary and photography that there cannot be words to describe the sight that without any seeming reason brings tears rolling down your cheeks whilst simultaneously bringing a smile to your face and your heart.
I'm going to place two pictures below. I had been watching the sky. Nothing particularly in my thoughts when the clouds and the light merged. I'll say no more and allow those of you that knew Mum to see what you see for yourself. Perhaps I was wrong in what I said at the beginning.
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