Today's P52 theme is sacrifice.
Playing chess teaches us a lot about sacrifice. I remember as a little girl in Primary (grade) school, spending endless lunchtimes playing this marvellous game. I played with my friend Robert, who's Dad had taught us both to play chess. We played chess in school, we played at each others houses.
We had games that went on for hours. Sometimes way past our bedtime, and the board was put away, with the pieces in position, and started up again, the next time we were together. Othertimes, games were ruthless and over within moments, a casual mistake leading to an immediate checkmate. Sitting by the fire on cold days, or basking in the hot summer sun. I even bought a magnetic chess board, and the games continued in the car, in the caravan, on park benches.
Unknowningly as we played we were learning about life, strategy, knowledge, prediction, winners and losers -sacrifice, and war.
Finding out how far we were prepared to go to win, who we would sacrifice to get there, who was worth sacrificing - a pawn, a rook, a Queen. These lessons learnt at the chess board were unwittingly grounding for life. Even today I remember that those that we think are numerous, and not really that important - the pawns - making them easy to sacrifice, can actually be game changers. Not only on a board but in real life.
I had gone to take photographs of my friend's grandchildren. When I got there, their Papa was teaching them to play chess, the concentration of their faces, as they struggled with the complexities of the game, was amazing. I literally had my camera out in seconds, and was taking shots.
Chess is a game, that I feel every child should learn to play. Sadly I don't play as much as I would like to today, and am I am little rusty, but I look forward to the day when I will play again.
On Friday's I also love to join up with the Gypsymama Lisa Jo, and just write, freestyle for five minutes, today's prompt is goodbye.
I spend so much time saying goodbye. Getting onto planes, and leaving. People, I've known for years. People I have only met.
Life is sporadic.
There are wonderful times of celebration when we get together. Seeing each other after years have passed, only to find, that actually, we could have hung out yesterday. A wedding in New York. A trip to the Giants Causeway. Roadtrips to Donegal.
That connection, that deep friendship is there. But these brief moments, when it is experienced, that friendship full of shared stories.
I think of friends across the ocean. I think of friends across the sea. I think of friends at the other end of the country. I think of friends who I rarely get to see.
I think of university ...
Late night trips to the A&G, or walks on the beach at midnight. Crazy Friday's, and sleep overs. Driving in my little mark 3 Turquoise Fiesta with its go faster strips, and bullet hole, along twisting country lanes. Singing at the top of our voices to the Marvericks. Or sitting in silence but for the recorded sound of Jacuqline du Pre's cello. Heated debates, and opinions. Lunches that ended at breakfast, two days later. Long and deep conversations that went on to early light. Breakfast in the hotel after a night of dancing. Cooking dinner together. Trolley's in the street. Dinner parties. Seeing how many shots we could do with straight faces. Smashing plates on our heads - the secret is follow through. Late night noodles, and canoodles. Bottle walls, and curries. Essay crisises, and studying. Burning the midnight oil. Any excuse to get dressed up - having a dinner party, well let's make it black tie. Champage breakfasts. Ulster Fries for 100 people.
Laughter. Tears. Distance. Death. Friendship. Memories. Space. Time.
How these memories make us laugh.
We grow older, we move, we travel, we mix it up a bit. We have new stories.
We connect online. We skype. We visit. We write. We email. We share. We talk on the telephone.
We say hello.
We say goodbye.
Have a great weekend.
That's it for now...
Salt and Sparkle = Life Remarkable