It's exciting when the family gets together to delve into our rich and textured history!
The Spanish Jar originated from Ignota's dream of a promise fulfilled. Her father Cecil promised her that he hid a Spanish Jar just for her to find.
I believe that this Spanish Jar may be the knowledge of our wonderful past, and the hope and promise of generations to come.
This blog is in honour of our dear daughter, sister, mother, grandmother, warrior woman Ignota, who has allowed this dream to live on...
Daughters of Ignota
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though adversity may visit
we step up and on, facing
him squarely, with a retort.
we are ready: to gather
together with the
abundance of the sea,
to flow together, a force
converted, unpredictable.
No sons of strangers walk
with the rising sun, we are
daughters of Ignota
knowing that time is waiting
to triumph, we overturn
rocks, we open gates,
we free our feet.
The light in a Spanish Jar
ReplyDeleteGrandfather Cecil through Mama has sent us on this intriguing treasure hunt for the 'Spanish Jar'. This is a wonderful gift from him. I believe that through this quest, we have already found the most important treasures - faith, hope, striving, seeking and sharing. Thank you Grandfather Cecil for igniting the spark, thank you Mama for carrying the light. It is up to us to keep the torch burning and to pass it on. Thank you Steffi for starting this blog, Grandfather Cecil reads it and smiles......
Indeed fate has cast us a most bewildering and exciting net! Full of past and future, promise and expanse, what a time for it to flail. May this journey unite our spirits and enthrall our souls. To the Campbell clan and its ardent daughters!
ReplyDeleteDear Family as I walked the Garden this morning Mama was everywhere, She gave me a bulb years ago from her white Easter Lilly that blooms at Easter , (pictures will follow) Pauline gave me (about five years ago) a plant from the wild orchid that Mama kept in coconut husks under the St Julian mango tree in V-Town . It is blooming for Easter this year, the best it has been, and the bougainvilleas ar glorious. Blessings Poems and pictures to follow.
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On such a morning as this
‘White-robed apostles’ did not disappoint,
a not too casual statement, erect and
beckoning , another bloom threatening
the comings and goings of lilies
of generations, not side-stepped.
The wild tree orchid that you protected
from rot and termite infestation, snuggled
in the crook of the St Julian mango tree,
has three riotous blooms this year, as if
to say we will go on, tell your story,
there is no single entry in our bulbs
nor in the flowering; the dark red
stain of the overzealous bougainvilleas
marking perimeter fences;
Children and grandchildren know
their doorposts have been marked
by a ‘Bird from Paradise” and
forget me nots.
The Sailor
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You left the seamless seas
for a brief moments, and like
any sea going urchin,your tenure
on land was unsteady, and less sure.
Would not be caught out
by idling rocks on the ocean floor
appearing in ghostly attire
roaming the tides for stragglers.
Many captains and deckhands alike
having been too long in the sun, forget
that the fog has guts, and raking teeth
like a reverse ‘Big Bang “
But on land you found a Nemesis
dressed up in sunlight, and flowering
shards, she gained unexpected entrance
minute spores, facilitators, ‘ Big Bang”.
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Happy Mother's Day to Grandma, and to all Mother's in the Campbell/Minott family! You continue to inspire.... Much Love Always!
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