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Month: November 2020

Daring greatly…

Daring greatly…

Day 26 of 30 blogs Another late blog! And another book for you. All of the books I have shared with you are books I have read this year – during lockdown of course. If you have not discovered Brene Brown before you are in for a treat. I first discovered her via her 2013 podcast The Power of Vulnerability This is her latest book and it is a manual for how to be brave and just show up, no…

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How not to die!

How not to die!

Day 25 of 11 blogs Definitely on the home stretch with my 30 days of writing. For those of you that are still with me, well done! Today has been a little weird. After hearing the worrying news about my eye yesterday I spent some time researching and I realise that the damage has probably been caused by high blood pressure rather than high blood sugar! Coincidently we have just purchased a BP monitor. So I was aware that it…

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Confetti and saying YES!

Confetti and saying YES!

One of my Facebook friends posted this on her profile this morning and it has stayed with me all day. Imagine that. Emergency confetti. It made me want to go and buy up all the confetti in Morecambe and then go and sprinkle that shit everywhere! I have had a bit of a naff day today. A visit to the optician confirmed what I was worried about. The sight in my left eye has deteriorated, and I have an emergency…

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Early mornings…its a miracle!

Early mornings…its a miracle!

Day 23 of 30 blogs As we enter the 4th week of Nigel’s new shift pattern, I decided that the best way for this to work for all of us is for me to go with the flow!  One day into this week’s early shifts…and I am not so sure! The early shift sees Nige getting up by 4:30 am. He walks the dogs, has his breakfast and leaves the house by 5:15. So for my new regime he is…

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The secret art of resilience

The secret art of resilience

Following on from yesterdays blog that I posted today. Confused? Yeah, me too. Resilience. The dictionary definition. If you had asked me 20 years ago if I believed I was resilient. I think I would have laughed. I was a mess. I believed I was broken. 42 years old. A failed marriage. So much debt I did not believe I would ever have money again. A severe confidence knock at work. Panic attacks. Insomnia. Things were so bleak, so dark….

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I’m a blogger, get me out of here!

I’m a blogger, get me out of here!

Apologies – totally forgot to post this yesterday, even though I had it ready! Too much screen time working on my website clogged my brain. Two blogs today to catch up! Anyway, this was a blog that I wrote on 3rd December 2010. It rather made me smile, reading it 10 years later. The words “reality tv” have always sent a shudder through me.  Big Brother completely horrified me – even in the early days before it descended into total…

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Sleepless slumbers…

Sleepless slumbers…

Day 20 of 30 blogs… Written during a rare bout of insomnia. As my friend Leanne said…straight from source… It seemed to her, so wide awake, That time had paused, to take a break From passing quickly hour by hour To resting gently by a lake That velvet hour ‘tween dark and light While most folk slept on through the night Was when the hours and minutes took A chance to let their dreams take flight   The moon rose…

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The Secret Garden

The Secret Garden

This passage is from The Secret Garden, written by Frances Hodgson Burnett, published in 1911. It was one of my favourite books as a child. Read many times, and still in my possession. Recently a new film version hit the screens. I watched it with trepidation and although I loved the beautiful cinematic special effects, that brought the garden to life in brilliant technicolour, I felt cheated because it did not live up to my childhood memory. So I set…

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Sleepless, a poem.

Sleepless, a poem.

It seemed to her, so wide awake, That time had paused, to take a break From passing quickly hour by hour To resting gently by a lake That velvet hour ‘tween dark and light While most folk slept on through the night Was when the hours and minutes took A chance to let their dreams take flight The moon rose high, illuminating Deep satin water, gently waiting  For ripples of a brand new day While time took time for meditating…

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And she was…

And she was…

I’m OK she said As the sun gleamed on the waters in the bright and sparkling bay And distant houses shimmered in a golden glowing haze I’m ok she sang As the breeze set grasses dancing, and whispered in the trees As roses wafted perfume through the air for buzzing bees I’m OK she said, Smiling as kids played in the street Her heart full of joyful laughter and the sound of beating feet I’m OK she breathed As she…

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