Coping…

Coping…

For most of my life I have “coped” with whatever has landed at my feet. Sure, there have been times when I have laid on the floor and howled at the horror of whatever calamity had landed in my life. There have even been the odd dark moments of the soul when I have thought it might be better not to be around anymore. But I have always somehow managed to pick myself up, dust myself off and get on…

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Rising up…

Rising up…

“Why why, what a terrible time to be alive If you’re prone to over thinking and Why why, what a terrible time to be alive If you’re prone to second guessing” So sings George Ezra… I had a rough night last night. Drifting in and out of sleep, and aware of my mind ticking over even when I was “dozing”. As someone that promotes the benefits of a quiet mind, and the peaceful space inside, I did a pretty good…

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Gratitude rules…

Gratitude rules…

I woke up this morning with this song in my head. Its one of my “wedding” songs, so for me it is joyful and uplifting. It makes me smile. “Cause this is real, and this is goodIt warms the inside just like it shouldBut most of allMost of all it’s built to last…” For the last couple of days, I have found myself filled with gratitude for many things. I am not sure what has triggered this. Sure, every night…

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Tuning in…

Tuning in…

Tuning In “Oh bugger, Its early shift week” The phrase running through my head at 4am on Monday morning when Alexa’s dulcet tones woke us up for the first day of a six-day rotation. The pesky pandemic has led to my husband’s company splitting the work force into two shifts to ensure that if anyone becomes ill, they can keep the company working. So, every other week we groan as we set the alarm for the week on Sunday night….

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Coming home…

Coming home…

Coming home What does Home mean to you? I bought my first property in 1979 at the age of 21. I was working in a bank, which helped me with the mortgage, but it was a great feeling. It was an apartment in a Victorian house, on the middle floor. Consisting of two huge rooms and a small cold bathroom. It had no heating, just an open fire. But huge sash windows that let lots of light in. In total…

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Fearless living…

Fearless living…

I woke up this morning with a piece of music in my head. From 1972! Thanks to the miracle of modern technology, I rolled over and simply said “Alexa, pay Focus 3” There in the early morning darkness accompanied by the sound of the rain I was transported back to the age of 13 when listening to this track was a whole lot more complicated than a vocal instruction. Progress huh? But oh, the power of music. I am listening…

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The Joy of Surrender…

The Joy of Surrender…

THE JOY OF SURRENDER Recently I have noticed a resurgence in me of a trait that I thought I had dismissed from the long list of bad habits that I give myself credit for. Resistance. It may be to do with the pandemic, or it may have re-emerged with the advent of a new year that brings forth endless offerings of ways for us to ”better” or “improve” ourselves, simply because the date has changed. Whether my resistance is to…

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The Storm…

The Storm…

As I write this the wind is howling around the Corner House, and sleet is pounding at the windows. I can even hear the waves lashing in the bay. It is probably the worst storm we have experienced since we moved here. Although we were expecting some bad weather, the strength of this storm was unpredicted. I feel partly responsible. You see something happened to me around 3am this morning, just before the wind blew the bedroom window shut. “It”…

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The beat of my heart…

The beat of my heart…

Recently in the wee small hours I have woken with a start to realise that I am hearing the beating of my heart. I can hear the whoosh of blood pumping in and out of the valves and feel the beat of every pulse point in my body. Often when I wake to this rhythm it feels as though everything is moving too fast, but if I focus on my breathing, taking paced deep breaths I can slow it all…

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Making Space for the Magic

Making Space for the Magic

We are currently watching yet another medical drama, on Sky TV, called Transplant. Its about a Syrian refugee living in Canada with his very young sister. He is a qualified doctor and after some hardship gets a job in a big hospital. We are learning his very traumatic back story slowly and I am finding it very thought provoking. In the episode we watched last night there was a scene where he has a conversation with another doctor and he…

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