Seeing things clearly

The downside of sunshine if there is such a thing is one realises that the windows need cleaning. My patio door is frequently in need of a clean being the exit route for my beloved moggies. I am certain I am not the only one who hops in and out trying to work out which side the mark on the window really is!!

I guess the same can be said about life; we think we have everything clear in our mind and where we are going and then something else catches our eye and distracts our attention.

I was reminded recently that distractions can be good but nice as they are we all have to revert to those awaiting chores…like cleaning the windows and tidying up our life.

One of my closest friends and I regularly discuss the value of being taken off course and maybe giving an opportunity to re-think our plan, or, are we just honing it having gathered more knowledge which gives us clarity.

I never see anything as a waste of my time but I am certainly far more selective of where I spend it the older I get. The irony being I seem to have crammed so much in the past few years and I still have so much more that I want to achieve.

My blog has been running a year; whilst very few people have the courage to leave a comment many more tell me they enjoy the posts. It is always really nice when somebody does. I write it mainly to help others make sense of bereavement (my main topic) and hopefully inspire a few writers too.

Off to have lunch with my beautiful sister our own family ‘Lulu’ every youthful and lovely.

 

The happiness balloon

As I was chatting to my accountant a big blue balloon blew into my garden. Somebody somewhere is having a party.

However, my two cats are now traumatized; one was in the garden and flew for her life and the big lad (scaredy cat) is staying firmly indoors with his glare fixed on said intruder.

I guess the message being one man’s party is another’s idea of hell.

To me it’s the symbol of happiness; and it’s Friday, it’s the weekend and time to have fun.

Off to the local watering hole to chew the cud early tonight!

What really counts…

Some people spend their whole life searching for answers which may just be staring them in the face. Life is indeed what we make it and richness can be measured in so many ways. Today I remind myself how fortunate I am to have a great family and wonderful circle of friends who support me and when needed I do my best to support them too.

I have quite a few close friends and family members going through bereavement and one of the things I always try to remind the bereaved is to remember their loved one’s achievements in life and who they were. This is far preferable than focusing on the way they died, and, in the case of an unexpected death so many unanswered questions remain and often we feel a terrible sense of anger or injustice dependent on the circumstances.

Just after my own mother died a boyfriend gave me a poem ‘How do you live your dash’ author unknown.  This reminds us of just how important our lives are however short the dash is between the date we were born and the date we died we will have loved, been loved and touched the hearts of many and achieved so much.  One verse follows:-

‘For that dash represents all the time she spent alive on earth

And now only those who loved her know what that little line is worth

For it matters not how much we own, the cars, the house, the cash

What matters is how we live and love and how we spend our dash’

A few of my followers will resonate with and understand why this is the subject of today’s post. A few more lines from the same poem and a great mantra for the weekend…no life!

‘And be less quick to anger, show appreciation more

And love the people in our lives like we’ve never loved before.’

 

How men see women

Just re-watched the Jack Nicholson film ‘As good as it gets’ . I had to laugh when his character was asked by one of his literary fans how he managed to get the female characters so accurately? His reply:-

‘I think of a man then take away reason and accountability.’

Come on girls that cannot be true….

I have to confess whilst studying for my various counselling qualifications I often had a private giggle at some of the serious explanations of the differences between how men and women think!! Don’t tempt me.

Keep smiling and let’s keep them guessing we remain as much a mystery as the contents of our handbags. Not quite as bad as the ‘man drawer’ eh?

 

My feet will want to march…

Maybe Easter makes for some of us a more reflective time when many will remember their loved ones no longer alive. Combined with the start of Spring and all the new hope that brings in terms of what beauty nature provides around us I am reminded by a few lines from a beautiful poem many of you may know.

‘No, forgive me.

If you are not living,

if you, beloved, my love,

if you

have died,

all the leaves will fall on my breast,

it will rain upon my soul night and day,

the snow will burn my heart,

I shall walk with cold and fire and death and snow,

my feet will want to march toward where you sleep,

but

I shall go on living,’

I think the last line sums up how one feels when losing somebody close; we want to march to where they are but we know in reality we have to go on living. In our hearts we know they would want us to live life to the full and that must be their legacy. Bereavement is a sad companion but as difficult as it is to imagine at first it does get easier as we learn to accept.

Spiritual hugs to anybody going through bereavement -remember to celebrate their life.

 

Easter chicks or Spring (old bird) madness?

There is nothing better than keeping a few chickens aside of their lovely fresh eggs they really are quite entertaining. All children should have the opportunity to love and care for animals and not just those wanting a career in veterinary!

However, ensure you have plenty of space for them to roam free and preferably well away from your beloved plants as they will ruin anything and everything. What used to amaze me was the force they could summon up to dig for worms. I was constantly replacing all my garden soil and pebbles. In no time at all we didn’t have a lawn we just had mud!

Joking aside it was a great experience. My daughter and I hand-reared ours when they were just a few days old. The local vet said  ‘Daisy was the best behaved chicken she had encountered’. Right from the start she was well-loved and regularly handled by my daughter who used to sit with said chicken on her lap.

My own chicken Dolly used to sing very loudly and it sounded like the tune from Star Wars – my only regret being I never recorded her as nobody believes me! Or was that the Spring (old bird) madness??

Caring for animals

Fellow pet lovers will fully understand how our animals are part of our family and as such we care about them and look after them when they are ill and often stay with them right until they pass away.

I remember fondly one cat, the runt of the litter lived to a ripe old age of 18.5 years against all odds. She was diagnosed with cancer and I could ease her pain and prevent any unnecessary suffering. 

As my local vet explained recently often our animals have clever ways of bringing to our attention that something is wrong by doing something out of character when they are unwell. My own cat did just that and quickly got my attention and giving me the opportunity to get her to the vet and be treated thankfully without a serious operation, but the first few days I was reminded just how special a place she has in our family unit.

I often accompany friends to the vets if they have to have a pet put to sleep. It’s a horrible thing to have to do but sometimes we have to make that choice when a pet is seriously ill and too old to carry on fighting.

As with humans I remind the owners to remember the joy the animal has brought and how well they looked after it giving it a wonderful loving home… and really that’s all of us can ask for.

What we mustn’t forget is that for some people living a lone their pet is also a real companion and the void left is huge.

 

A proper letter

In this day of emails and texts I was thrilled to receive a proper letter yesterday and one which contained good news…even better!

I have spent so many years in marketing and business development happily marketing clients’ services and goods, but as most writers will tell you the ‘door knocking’ at publishers with our beloved manuscripts is a painful and arduous task.

For fear of jinxing I won’t name said publisher but I really hope their team of editors like the full book as much as the sample chapters. ‘A Mother’s love’ has been a project of love for me and it’s not about the success of being published in this instance, it’s about sharing my own Mother’s wisdom.

Hard to type my blog with fingers crossed.

It’s always a great feeling when somebody likes what we do whatever our skills.

Keep writing and keep pitching…off to do a bit more of both.

Local Elections..consider the independents

We know once  Easter has passed we will be in the run up to election fever. For anybody living especially in a rural area please please consider voting for your local Independent Councillor.

Having spent many years dabbling in local politics and supporting those that do it never fails to amaze me how people confuse local and national politics! This ‘confusion’ often encourages people to vote for a political party member rather than consider the best man/woman for the job who may just happen to be Independent. Locally it is just as important to elect the person who will serve your community well.

The best thing about electing somebody Independent is they really do work in the best interest of their community and not just follow the party line! They are also more likely to keep the promises they make in the lead up to the election rather than the party candidates that make promises before an election and then conveniently forget after they are voted in!…If you think this sound familiar…it’s because it is!

For my local followers; you all know who works the hardest in our ward/village and now is the time to say thank you and show your appreciation for many years of dedicated time..with results.  Don’t waste your vote.

Feeling victorius

Only so much fun we can have at weekends and the chores beckon. A hater of ironing I set myself up and watch a film. This weekend have revisited ‘Pearl Harbour an amazing war film I’ve only watched it about ten times!!

Just listened to the great speech given by Alec Baldwin to the aircraft pilots before their mission to Japan; ‘Victory belongs to those that believe the most’ and that can be applied to all areas of life.

He then goes on to speak to a fellow officer; ‘Nothing stronger than the heart of a volunteer’ think last time I watched this film it inspired me to write about the benefits of volunteering.  Not forgetting the eye -candy girls of a young Ben Affleck and Josh Hartnett eh?

My tips for ironing and paperwork are well-known within my circle of friends and include:

Shred the ironing and iron the paperwork.

Place the paperwork under the ironing and set fire to both.

Fill a charity bag with said ironing – it’s a no-brainer!