Every so often I read posts on other people's blogs which seem to have been written just for me. I've just been reading Small Moments and a comment by Angela from Tracing Rainbows who reminded me of a poem by Joyce Grenfell, "Time". Here's the first verse.
When I was a girl there was
always time,
There was always time to spare.
There was always time to sit in
the sun;
And we were never done
With lazing and flirting,
And doing our embroidery,
And keeping up our memory books,
And brushing our hair,
And writing little notes,
And going on picnics,
And dancing, dancing, dancing,
dancing–
When I was a girl there was
always time to waste.
Thank the Lord.
Today is my Sabbath, my weekly period of quietness and reflection which in my girlhood would have driven me crazy but is now one of my favourite things. I read that verse and realised that I'm in my second girlhood!
I'm always busy, but I've always got time to spare if someone suggests an outing, or a cuppa and a natter. I've got plenty of time to sit in the sun when the sun wants to shine on me. I've time not just to embroider but to knit, sew, crochet or whatever. I don't have a memory book but I have time to write a blog. I not only write little notes but make the cards to write the notes on. And in my head I am often dancing but have to admit that on this one the spirit is willing but the flesh extremely weak.
I spent part of my youth working in Nigeria as a librarian and have been looking at some photographs of that precious time. I see Nkere, Mandu. Helen, Aniema and other women with whom I talked and laughed. The average lifespan for women in Nigeria is just 53 years. I am now 67. Have any of those women on my old photographs also enjoyed the privilege of advancing years? I don't know.
