Lies – A Poem

Esther Chilton Challenge – Lies

To see the truth behind the lies,

She tries.

But when she lays her soul so bare,

He’s there.

The sickened feeling in her gut,

Eyes shut.

She hopes and prays it will not last,

Stay in the past.

When old memories no longer fill her with dread,

It’s dead.

Forget the lies which have been told,

Be bold.

Believe that they are not wrong,

Life goes on.

 

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The Joy of Cake.

Esther Chilton Challenge – Cake

After the event, she concluded that there is something which definitely assists in getting to know someone when meeting them for the very first time.

Cake.

Yes you see, if you give them a choice you will find out whether or not they are comfortable or uncomfortable. If they are easy going or uptight, watching their weight or happy in themselves.

Turn up with Cake. Who can resist? Especially if it’s Organic, Dairy Free, Gluten Free. Then there is no reason not to partake of cake. Unless you are diabetic or really don’t like the flavour of course!

So there it was. A very pleasant first meeting, where we arrived with cake and one of us would not take No for an answer since it would be strange for two out of three of us to be eating and the other not. So out of politeness, the other one joined in and we found that we all liked the cake after all. It’s such an ice breaker too isn’t it. To be blessed with colour, texture and flavour which should there have been any break in the conversation, or awkward silences or questions (which thankfully there were not) then a mouthful of cake will always give you a moment of thinking space.

So we all sat around the table, talked endlessly about all kinds of things, our own history, travel, families, work, recipes and making cake and got to know each other better. I know, three ladies enjoying lunchtime at a cafe is not unusual in itself, but a rare thing for at least two of us and one of us was on the other side of the world. Taking the presented opportunity, we indulged ourselves chatted over coffee, hot chocolate and a rather nice Dandelion Latte and this rather lovely cake in a place called Kunara at Forest Glen, Buderim in Queensland. An organic marketplace with lots to see and a lovely café within the garden centre. We stayed for a few hours and figured that it is well worth a visit if you are ever around there and if you are up to walking it off afterwards,  (the cake that is) then it is a lovely area surrounded in nature.

When Loved Ones Revisit. 

I don’t know if you believe that loved ones who have moved on to another life visit you to remind you from time to time. I am a firm believer in this. The Robin who appears every day singing its little heart out on the hill whenever we are there. Who first appeared when we scattered some of Kato’s ashes in his favourite spot. It always comes to see us in front of the house, singing loudly to announce its arrival. This year it showed us its new baby, just as we did. We showed it ours and it returned daily whilst we were there. 
Yesterday was the year anniversary of my last accident. When a wonderful surgeon spent three hours stitching my face back together after going off duty. For which I will be eternally grateful. She did a wonderful job. Quite often you can barely make out the scars, the skin has healed very well. I am still working on the emotional ones. It takes time.

Then one year ago today we lost our beloved Kato. It broke our hearts a day we will never forget when we had to say Goodbye. We have been grieving for a year. Yesterday we were talking about him. We often do because we talk about most things and it helps us both. 

As we spoke of him suddenly we were joined in the garden by the most enormous and beautiful dragonfly we have ever seen it was four inches long and just as wide, you couldn’t miss it as it flew over us.

Now dragonflies are known as reminders of loved ones who have passed away.

The dragonfly swooped around in front of us both and swirled around our heads. Roki stood up and barked, which is unusual for him and went over to where it stopped to take a look. It landed on the honeysuckle right where Kato saved the baby bird by letting me know it had fallen from its nest and was trapped in the branches and made sure that I rescued it and set it free.

The dragonfly sat there for about five minutes. It was larger than life and close up it looked black and white with silvery wings. Of course it was. It embodied everything that Kato was in that sentence.

It made me quite emotional to see it. Touched by this thing of beauty. I went inside to get my phone to see if I could get a photo of it, it took a while to see it sitting there camouflaged in the bush but look closely on the middle of the bush as I did to get this photo and you will see it. After I spoke to it, it flew skywards. I prayed that it would have a safe journey and return to me. 

I am sharing with you again today my poem Butterflies and Dragonflies written last year, a short while after he passed away.

https://indiablue.co.uk/2016/09/03/butterflies-dragonflies/

Transport 

I love it when a blog post takes you to a place where you have never been before and just for a brief time you are transported wherever it may be. It is so descriptive that you are there enjoying that moment along with the author. All the sights and sounds that surround them are playing on the senses and your own imagination kicks in. Perhaps you are noticing other things for the first time too. It is what I subconsciously aim for when I write a story. I don’t always feel that I manage it, but when it comes together, Ah success!

I don’t often read books, it is not a luxury I’m often able to afford myself, you see I’ll let you into a secret. They aren’t something I can put down again. I get so wrapped up in them, transported I guess that I am unable to switch off until I have reached the end. On the last two occasions I actually read books it was cover to cover and nothing got done for the day. Thankful for small mercies that I read pretty quickly though. Quite often even then I have considered what might happen next, another chapter. I’ve often considered writing one at the end of a book I’ve particularly enjoyed.  I do the same with a film the concentration is immense. But if anything breaks that for me and I miss a bit then quite often I will walk away mid film and watch it another time, much to the annoyance of my partner.

One such post transported me there is this one Helen Hayward Going Home for Christmas which I read tonight. It got me thinking about the places which have been home over the years, she quoted a friend “Never go back to the place where you were happiest as a child’, a friend once told me. ‘The place you went on holiday to, a garden from childhood, a tree house in the woods. It’s gone, lost’, she said firmly, ‘and you can’t refind it’.”

Revisiting them is not always a good idea. Crossing back to the time before we became grown up, when we looked at everything so differently. First off we often expect it to be the same and it just isn’t the same. Not when you have grown up but still we have a fondness for the familiar don’t we. The inspiration following a memory we once had.

I walked down the high street where I grew up as a teenager and later lived in the town nearby. It has changed so much, I did not recognise it and yet it still somehow brought me comfort in the memories that I hold of the place. We all grow up one day, people and places in an ever changing world.

The Daily Post – Crossing

Turning Over a New Leaf – My Take on It.

Kara Post Kennedy – Turning Over a New Leaf – Open Thought Vortex

Having just read the above post and seen the question “what change that you want to see are you now deciding to be?”

I was struck by this and also kind of stuck for an answer. It is a New Year, but are we supposed to have it all figured already?

It takes me longer than that to figure things out, maybe I should have begun to figure it all out much earlier.

So what do I think this year will hold for me?

I like so many others I’m sure, am hopeful that we as a couple will become healthier, even happier and more prosperous, perhaps a little slimmer too as I seem to have put on some extra pounds.  Maybe it’s because I cooked Apple Crumbles, with our apples from the hill. To allow us that little taste of Scotland for Christmas, which we both love and we have just finished the last of them.

I hope that I will get a great job which will provide everything that we need to survive and maybe give us a little bit more to cover some adventures along the way. I hope that my second book will be better than my first and sell so many more copies.

So as I sat at New Year, stating my intentions, getting them out there, I hoped that some at least might come to pass.

But and this is the thing, If it doesn’t all happen for me then I have made the decision that I will not beat myself up about it as I have in previous years.  I will not blame myself or those around me, most of all  I will not see it as failure if I don’t achieve all these things.  For I am giving my fate over to the universe this year and if it doesn’t deliver, then well then I have to just accept that it just isn’t the right time yet and believe that the better things will come, when they are ready.

This is my new leaf… Allowing myself to accept what good things are to come, to welcome the changes that will follow.

 

 

I am honoured to be nominated for The Sunshine Blogger Award.

A wonderful surprise, I have been nominated by Pazlo Armchair Zen – Nomination for the Sunshine Blogger Award.  It’s a first for me and I am feeling honoured to have been asked. It has taken me longer than I thought to be able to do this. I hope that I am able to do it justice.

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Rules of the Sunshine Blogger Award:
Thank the person who nominated you and link back to their blog.
Answer the eleven questions set by the person who nominated you.
Nominate eleven other blogs and give them eleven questions to answer.
List the rules and display the Sunshine Blogger Award logo in your post.

The questions set by Pazlo:

How do you come to be a blogger?

I was advised by my counsellor, to take time out and do something for myself once a week and since I had been missing my creativity, she told me that I should nurture it.  I had written poetry and had a keen interest in photography which needed to be rekindled. Having begun to write poems again, I looked at how I would get them out in the open and felt that a blog was a good place to start.

Tell us a bit about where you live.

My time is currently spent between the the East Coast of Scotland where I spend my time in a rural and derelict cottage and the South of England, where I have a small bungalow. Both are coastal locations and are enjoyed in totally different ways. Scotland is my sanctuary, where I go to replenish my soul.

What other creative talents or outlets do you have, besides your blog?

I love photography and making things, and have a good eye for detail.

If you could send a text to everyone in the world simultaneously, what would you say?

Please can we have Peace?

How would you describe humankind to an alien that knows nothing of humans?

Interesting creatures, in all shapes and sizes and a mass of contradictions.

What, in your opinion, is the most important or valuable invention of modern man?

It’s a relatively simple answer for me. Travel, in it’s many forms which has brought the world closer together and opens up so many opportunities.

What attributes of your favorite season do you most admire?

Sun, Sea and Air with bright colours all around.

What is your earliest childhood memory?

Of a Bright blue painted upright piano with flowers all over it.  I was convinced that it was in our house and was devastated to be told years later that we had gone on holiday when I was about 18 month old and been in a concert hall somewhere and that was where I had seen it.

In what ways do you now differ from the person you thought you’d be when you were a teenager? 

I don’t have the biological children or the financial security that I was sure I would have by now.

Who has been an inspiration or hero in your life?

My Partner, who has been by my side through thick and thin and is my rock.

If you could be a different species, what would it be? 

I always thought that I would be a cat.  It would have to be a Tiger, since I have an inner strength that surprises me from time to time and I don’t like to be cornered.

My Eleven Questions

What inspired you to write publicly?

If you could pick one quote which describes you best, then post it.

Of the four elements, Earth Water, Fire or Air which would you be and why?

If you had never travelled abroad before and money was no object what is the first country you would go to?

What was the last thing you photographed?

Describe your perfect morning.

Animals or People, who would you prefer to spend your time with?

What motivates you?

If you had the perfect Christmas (or other seasonal holiday), how would it be?

Are you creative in any other ways other than blogging, if so then what is your passion?

If you were to describe yourself in one sentence to people who did not know you, what would you say?

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Abandoned Buildings, Inspiration Indeed.

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My inspiration for this post comes from this article in my reader.

After the Final Curtain a post by Cheri Lucas Rowlands which shows some wonderful photographs by Matt Lambros.

I often see whilst perusing social media the shots of ancient places and abandoned buildings throughout our world and curiosity encourages me to take a look.   A part of me thinks that one day I would love to do a tour of such places, but then reality hits and it occurs to me that I don’t think I could cope with the sadness it would bring me.

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You see I have a love of old buildings and architecture in general and have always been able to see the possibilities in a place.  When I was younger, I found that by finding derelict buildings by the road whilst on holiday, churches, schools, old houses. It didn’t matter what the building’s previous use had been.  I always imagined it as a place to make a home.

It really fires the imagination for me, gets the cogs whirring and clicking and excitement builds.  That part of the process I would love.  But then the sadness when it had been left for so very long, I don’t know what effect that would have on my psyche, but I suspect not  a good one.  The fact that it had gone to waste for so many years for whatever reason, war, famine, time, recession and may not be able to be restored to it’s former glory hits home. These buildings, particularly the Theatres and Cinemas were built for the community and so many communities have suffered when these and other public buildings have been closed down.

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I guess that’s why when it came to finding our home, that’s why it was always going to be a doer upper.  It was never going to be a pristine box, with white walls and minimalist fixtures.  Give me a place with character, knocks, grazes, a history and somewhere that speaks to you, pulls at the emotions when you walk in and I am happy.  My place needs to be lived in, that is what makes it home to me.  If I ever came into a lot of money, then it would be one of the first things that I would search for, a lovely old building to breathe new life into. Of all the possible styles it would probably have a Deco feel to it, now that’s a tour I’d be tempted to do which would really inspire me.

The Daily Post – Transformation

Images: Morguefile.com