I remember very clearly the first time I took a photo of a landscape and then the excitement of seeing it developed - I had caught nature and there is was standing still for me to see over and over again. A moment in time to remember forever. Looking through my albums this morning, I have caught many a landscape over the years; it's been difficult to find a single favourite. As I looked, I wondered where time has gone, the years have flown by, but at least I have moments caught on film to remind me of my trips near and far.
nz - the land of the long white cloud - my spiritual home - 2006
Landscapes are everywhere:
Look for them today;
They are nature's gallery
To be shared.
Pop on over to Tara's The Gallery to explore our world of Landscapes.
I made someone's day: I gave them a gift. She has coveted mine for six years now; It was time for one of her own - well past time! She deserves to be spoiled... She's deserves a little love. I made her cry - I never expected to see her cry... I didn't want to see her tears, Only her smiles. We smiled together And our hearts glowed brightly.
This is what I mean by hugging a heart - there are people out there needing their hearts hugged tight, needing a little love. Go, on Hug a Heart today, make someone feel loved and appreciated... Someday you might be hugged right back.
make today count; do something for another living soul. do something small, something meaningful - you could make their day (and yours too!) smile at a passerby, buy a stranger a coffee, give someone a posy of flowers. you never know what sort of day someone might be having - reach out to them and one day someone might do the same for you too.
sometimes I lay under the moon and thank God I'm breathing then I pray don't take me soon cause I am here for a reason sometimes in my tears I drown but I never let it get me down so when negativity surrounds I know some day it'll all turn around because all my life I've been waiting for I've been praying for for the people to say that we don't wanna fight no more there'll be no more wars and our children will play one day it's not about win or lose cause we all lose when they feed on the souls of the innocent blood drenched pavement keep on moving though the waters stay raging in this maze you can lose your way (your way) it might drive you crazy but don't let it faze you no way (no way) sometimes in my tears I drown but I never let it get me down so when negativity surrounds I know some day it'll all turn around because all my life I've been waiting for I've been praying for for the people to say that we don't wanna fight no more there'll be no more wars and our children will play one day one day this all will change treat people the same stop with the violence down with the hate one day we'll all be free and proud to be under the same sun singing songs of freedom like one day all my life I've been waiting for I've been praying for for the people to say that we don't wanna fight no more there'll be no more wars and our children will play one day
Oh, how I loveThe Muppets! Sunday night tv as a child; Statler and Waldorf heckling from the balcony, Gonzo flying through the air, Beaker the utterly luckless lab assistant, 'time for...Piiiiiigs...iiiin...spaaaaaaace!' and of course, adorable Kermit and Miss Piggy!
Mahna-Mahna is quintessentially The Muppets and will always remind me of driving back from watching the sunset over Fish River Canyon, Namibia, in my younger, more carefree days. So, in honour of the release of the new Muppets film, here it is, Mahna-Mahna:
Eilidh has little strength, especially when she is tired: she struggles to sit, back straight, head up, and falls forward often - just like a rag doll. She sits on the sofa, "on the edge, mummy! on the edge!" and wiggles slowly forward - while she thinks that no one is watching - until she balances precariously on the edge, feet touching the solid floor, with a huge smile on her face. She cannot stand, her legs buckle under her but she moves her feet and taps her toes, dancing to her own wee rhythm. She cannot walk, or skip or jump, and yet still moves to her own beat.
Eilidh may be unable to rip paper and be as floppy as a rag doll at times, but she has an immense presence, a huge personality and I adore her! I just hope that people see her, first and foremost, cute and unique, and not her wheelchair, nor her disability. She is Eilidh just as she is and not SMA.
and now I can buy more! Apparently, you can inspire your child to read by having somewhere in the region of five hundred books in your house... Yes, you read right... 500!
Sadie Wendell Mitchell: "Dig", 1909
And it doesn't matter what sort of books they are either...
All shapes and all sizes, all subjects and all content:
A child's book, a comic, a classic, a chic-lit, a medical textbook, an IT bible.
They will allinspire curiosity and generate interest.
Our children will sit amongst them, leaf through the pages and ask questions.
They will lose themselves in far off lands and marvel over the weird and wonderful.
Hopefully, ultimately, our children will be drawn into reading and all that it can offer them.
I have fond memories of gazing through the bookshelves at my grannie's, a tupperware cup of cremola foam by my side - the tactile nature of the cover and spine, the feel and smell of the paper, the different shapes of the letters, the illustrations and photos. I still love browsing in book shops and I'm a lover of paper, too; I hope that my children will develop my love of books. However, I can't help but wonder if it can truly be as easy as buying more books and surrounding my children with them? No, probably not, but it's a good starting point! So Amazon, here I come...
“The more that you read, the more things you will know.
The more that you learn, the more places you'll go.”
And where did the random number come from? A man on Chris Evan's Breakfast Show - I took notes during the show in particular but I can't remember which day it was so I'm sorry for the half-baked information...
Saturday was Date Night and we ventured out for some music at Celtic Connections. Who can't resist a night of blues, swing and lindy hop? Time with D is precious and infrequent; During these moments I fall in love with him all over again. We talk and laugh - We have no cares in the world. We feel invincible. Date Night needs to happen more often...
a colourful evening
And for those who want to listen, for those who want to dance...
I have known her since university and she keeps me sane - which is a pretty tall order really!
She knows everything about me and loves me anyway.
I've wanted to introduce her for a long, long time but it took a while to find a pseudonym for her - a pseudonym that was so "her"! I hope that she likes it... please tell me if you don't, Charleston Girl!
She is beautiful and stylish, a wearer of pearls.
She is sassy and bolshy and provocative, too.
I love her speakeasy where the gin runs freely- a real home from home!
She's a true prohibitions Charleston Girl and I love her from the bottom of my heart.
She is always there for me - even when I am sobbing in the aisles of tesco! - and I know that she always will be. I really, truly couldn't ask for a better friend. If I could, I'd marry her - but I have a feeling we would still need another wife to look after us!
Hiding in the aisles of tesco, I am sobbing. My heart is tearing open again.
For days I can go along and everything is ok, everything is fine... Then one morning I will wake up and not want to climb out from under the duvet where I feel safe. I do climb out though and I dress and brush my teeth. On auto-pilot I will get the girls breakfast and help them with their clothes. I will take the girls to nursery and smile and hug them and make small chat with other mummys and then say goodbye.
Then, in the safety of my car, the tears will fall and the sobbing starts. The world will feel as if it is collapsing in on me and that I can’t do this, that I can’t go on living like this, that I can’t cope with all that I have been dealt. Through the tears I will drive away from my children and my home life...
This morning was one such morning. I sobbed in the aisles of tesco, hiding amongst the children’s clothing, hoping that no one would see me but praying for someone to save me. My Charleston Girl phones, "Are you alright?”. “No!" I sob and the sobbing continues on.
Eilidh... work... life... me...
Nothing in particular, everything in general.
I don’t know if I can do it; I don’t know if I have the strength to carry on.
I want to wake up from this bad dream and I want to wake up now!
"You need a break."
We need support.
We need TLC.
We need to sleep.
Without sleep, life is so much harder.
Without time to ourselves, how can we care for our children, our family?
Without support, how can we go on?
And the tears run dry. I make my way out of tesco and on to work; the mask goes on and the day continues. The question, how can we continue on?