Growing up is quite amazing. I don’t mean getting old I mean growing up. Like a matured red wine positively enhanced just by its age.

Think about it.

As a child I remember the gems squash never  being quite big enough to hide all those horrible green peas on my plate, and Purdy (our Doberman) sitting under the table grabbing every morsel of horrid green and orange vegetables that just ‘ happenned to fall to my lap.

I really disliked veges infact I detested them

Then one day someone flicked the switch. Not sure how it happend but I not only liked all that was green I craved it, and still do.

And as a teenager Ican clearly remember that the world simply revolved ….well around me of coarse, who else!

My birthday, my Christmas…MY, ME, MINE!

And then again, suddenly out of the blue someone flipped that switch and I realised that there was so much/many more than just me. Don’t get me wrong I love my birthday and prezzies as much as any one of my girlfriends. I have just woken up to the astounding fact that there is so much joy in giving.

To make or buy someone something, or even to go out of your way to do something for someone else. its almost magical.That feeling of anticipation when you present  a gift. Well its like when you excersie and release all those endorphins its wonderful.

The strangest thing though is that its now become so hard to accept a gift. What I mean is when someone does something for me out of the blue I immediately feel I must do reciprocate or give something back to them. Instead of being able to rest in the fact that I have been blessed….I frantically  start to scratch my brain to think of how I can repay the favor…GO FIGURE?

What has happened to me?

I recently painted this painting for a very special friend. There was no reason. It was’nt her birthday, Christmas or anything like that.  I simply wanted to do it and I did. The excitement bubbled in me like fizz pop. I gained more pleasure in doing this for her than she could possibly have imagined.

So yes, people may say growing old is not for the faint hearted .I say getting older is for the big hearted, the kind hearted.Time teaches us so many simple lessons one of the greatest of these is


until next time fellow bloggers



The Verse on the painting is:

The Lord will command the blessing on you in your storehouses and in all to which you set your hand, and He will bless you in the land which the Lord your Gd is giving you. Deuteronomy 28:8