Making the Change

It’s been a while since my last post.  I have ceased working for my employer of 39 years.


Here’s the card I got from some of the kids. I treasure their ‘comments.’

Report card

After my refusal to ‘work’ like the good daughter in Grimm’s Mother Holle tale of my last Blog, I’ve stopped and just got on with it .

Just like the golden-haired daughter, I’ve been doing what needs doing –  ‘shaking the apple tree,’ and ‘stacking the fruit.’

Apple tree

Getting back to sustaining routines and some order in my life.


I’ve given away all the books I don’t need any more. Like the ugly sister who returns with no treasure, but covered in black stuff that sticks to her for the rest of her days, I’ve let “stuff” weigh me down, most of my working life – data … information …

Give away

 So now I’m into celebrating simple experiences,  like the perfect boiled egg,


Being home with myself “when the feathers fly” as I make the beds,

Bed make

Keeping a weather-eye open for signs of change,

angel cloud

Cherishing my freedom,

Homing pigeon

Friends and fun


And wondering how it will be now …  telling more stories …


and singing silly songs as I follow a new path.


All text and photos by Meg

 Story Twigs …! by Meg Philp is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.

Diving Into Life

There are certain times in my life when I’ve had to dive right in … can’t hold back  …  and with no idea of what will eventuate.

That feeling of trepidation reminds me of the Grimm’s tale, Mother Holle, a significant story told to children as part of their Steiner (Waldorf) education.

A woman had two daughters, a beautiful step-daughter who was helpful and hard working, while her own daughter was ugly and lazy.

I imagined I was the good step-daughter diving in to retrieve the spindle I had dropped down the well. Here I go head first.


The good daughter wakes up in a beautiful meadow. And it is here in the story,  that a strong part of me, says “Enough! This isn’t my story. I’m nobody’s household drudge” Just like the ugly daughter! (See Grimm for the remainder of their tale). In truth, at this point of my life, I am feeling lazy; part of me has always loved to be lazy!

I want to stay in the simple pleasures of the meadow. I need to daydream.


I have loved meadows and wild fields,  since I was a small child. Wading through swishing, long grass pied with flowers, to the sound of bird song, was like being in a dream .

IMG_2476 Spring was my favourite season: buttercups and apple blossom.


I’ve wandered through clover and dandelions in different countries accompanied by an Exaltation of Skylarks.

whale bridge 020

I have sighed over fields in each season of the year.


I have delighted in wandering again along familiar paths made by other feet.


I remember being thrilled to get really close to the ground.

IMG_2536Being close to Nature, makes me feel I’m home. I think part of me will always be a Happy Wanderer, no matter where I am.


Where is it that you feel most at home?



GRIMMS’ tales for young and old. Translated by Ralph Manheim. New York, Doubleday, 1977.

All photos, art and text by Meg

 Story Twigs …! by Meg Philp is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.