Away to Anstruther right by the Sea,
A walk in the wind along the quay.
Such wildness and wonder & sights to behold.
Of seascape and boats and stories of old.
A place to sit and enjoy the view.
Of harbour and gulls with me and you.
Chips, salt & vinegar there for our tea.
This is such bliss for you & for me.
Observing the world as it passes us by,
Hearing the gulls as they saw squawk and they cry.
Watching the darkness come over to night.
Clouds over yonder Red sky delight.
Hello to the New Boy
Who has come to us to stay,
When we’ve got more used to him,
He’ll come to join the fray.
He is just a youngster, with character so large.
With kindness and good manners,
Through a doorway he won’t barge.
Will greet you with Hello paws,
Not uninvited climb.
And when asked whose is that Dog,
I’ll be proud to say, He’s mine.
Cuddles and sweet nature, will brighten every day
There’s lots of love to share and so much time to play.
Will bring to you a toy, so you’ll not be lonely or become sad
We’ve just adopted him, our soppy little lad.
He’s been sent to join us, to stay here till the end,
Hello to the New Boy, our little furry friend.
So as I welcome him and I am pleased to say,
Come on in my darling, Happy Gotcha Day!
Was it time for a furry person?
Were we sure? Well nothing’s certain.
But whilst we aim and try to strive
and remember we’re alive.
That time is there to heal,
Whatever we may feel.
And the day will come,
When we will meet our son.
So, it’s time to find another,
not a sister, but a brother.
To the one he’s never met,
but they’d get along, we’d bet.
A new chapter has begun,
we’re off to meet our son
He is a growing Lad,
who’s already had a Dad.
But not really had a Mum,
I’ll be the only one.
We travelled off to meet
and he sat by me to greet.
I knew it from the start,
he’d grabbed hold of my heart.
There is room in there.
As his eyes held my stare.
And as he went to say Hello,
to his new Dad, he would know.
Oh yes, he saw it straight away
On that Happy, fateful day.
Came away without a doubt,
Of what will be, will come about.
Our new boy who will come to live,
and who has so much love to give.
One to join our family,
return us again, to “Us Three”.
A small one with so much to learn,
to teach him how and not be stern.
I will treat and when he’s good,
with loving care and just reward.
A fine boy he will come to be
Just you wait and you will see…
Wrapped up in my thoughts like a blanket pulled too tight.
Trying to release me, twist and turn with all my might.
The blanket offers me, some comfort from the cold.
But thoughts are hiding there in the crease and in the fold.
They creep unexpectedly as I lay here on the bed.
Dance round the subconscious and here in my head.
Sometimes I’ll wrestle them and pull them to the floor.
Hoping I can sling them, far out of the door.
But as I try to do this, they often come right out.
Leave me tired and sad and exhausted from the bout.
They are sometimes mixed with anger, so often filled with pain.
So I sit and write them down so they’ll be gone again.
I hope a while later, when my head it starts to reel,
That I can give it time and the space in which to heal.
This follows on from my post about painting from the other week. Here’s the link so that it makes more sense…
About Some Things, I don’t have a Clue!
Ok I admit it that I didn’t quite get around to “painting” a picture during this trip, however I did sketch something with the intention of adding colour or paint and even got around to colouring it, just to see what it would look like. The colours were from watercolour pencils mainly except there are never enough of the colours to go round, especially the different shades of green to colour the woodland so I had to add in some normal pencils too.
The end result… Ta Da!
Ok so I may not entirely have got my head around the rules of this challenge. I am sure that http://www.trulyunplugged.com will find it in her heart to forgive me.
Yesterday I posted two days at the same time. But in my mind since I wrote the first on Friday and forgot to post it then, it must count as a separate day! It’s been a very fluffy week, by that I mean the head being full of fluff. My Health has not been great and lots going on followed by Excitement building for today when something wonderful is going to happen. (More about that in a post later!) I’ve been more than a little preoccupied whilst trying to settle back in down South.
I’m afraid I don’t know the author of this fabulous quote for today. It came from “Heart Centered Rebalancing” on Facebook and I felt the need to share. I have mentioned in the past that my own instincts have been ignored by me too many times to my detriment. It is a slow process to trust your own instincts. This is especially difficult when hounded by self doubt, but I am learning finally. I have been following them and they have been leading me onward, guiding me where I used to get so lost. If they can continue to shout louder than my stubbornness in my subconscious then I will stay on the right track.
Wish me luck with that!
So, that’s it for this challenge. Being a bit of a rebel at heart. Rather than nominate specific bloggers. I am putting this one out there for anyone reading this to join in. I’ve enjoyed the challenge you might too. I may even go at it again later…
Well. With such a huge choice at my fingertips I was torn as to which one to choose for today. I don’t know if like me you have a folder full of quotes to lift your spirits, reassure you or push you on to greater things. Most are gathered from facebook pages throughout the daily onslaught there and many which hit the nail on the head.
Will it be inspiring or push someone to do something they might be doubting their ability to do? Is it time for me to become a leader for a moment after all I was taught to lead by example?
Well, actually not today Thanks.
I know that for some a tough week is governed by their workload where as for others it is governed by their health. Sometimes physical and mental. This week for me it has been the latter so although I would normally relish the chance to encourage others. The challenge I thought may shake me up and encourage a change in mood but I find that this is leading me in it’s own direction. Maybe I will re-do this challenge at a later date when in a different frame of mind, but for now it’s one day at a time. Meanwhile Thankyou again to my nominee http://www.TrulyUnplugged.com
I begrudgingly returned South again last week which has left me rather blue and craving the place we have just left. The sanctuary removed I have been on alert again and feeling very unsettled. Hoping for changes for the better to come here and bless us with their presence and at times feeling rather broken and emotional.
This quote by Jamie Lee Logan’s page Princess Sassy Pants & Co is another good place to look. I find that she combines her artwork with quite often just the right thing to say. This reminder came when I needed it.
Well Thankyou to my nominee http://www.trulyunplugged.com for this writing challenge which I will relish to take my mind off the week I’ve been having. I’ve only just realised that I missed out on this last month. As a child I was often late for things, a habit which I have tried to address as I have grown older. Sometimes more successfully than this. So my quote for today is just to confuse you, is actually my quote for yesterday. I saw it and it made me laugh. Not the Lol that you see on Facebook but a proper real laugh.
Unfortunately I don’t know who the author of this fine quote is. It was shared on Facebook by Sleeping with one leg out of the cover’s … And me of course. My partner often tells me that I must try not to be such an open book. If for instance someone is telling me an obvious lie, then I (apparently) have a certain look and can be read like a book. It is usually followed up with “Really?” In such a tone of voice that they often look disappointed and give up mid-story. Much to the amusement of onlookers.
Something tells me that I’m going to enjoy this three day challenge.
Who knows which way it will go… And there is me thinking that I would start on a positive note to inspire and cajole and brighten everyone’s day. Unfortunately, I’m not my sunny self today as I’ve been fighting the monsters through the past couple of days but hope to get back on track again soon. So until tomorrow then friends old and new.
Meanwhile here are my three nominees for Today.
Lucy at Blondewritemore.com
Elaine at firespiritblog.wordpress.com
and Ishita at eddietaughtme.wordpress.com
The Boundary Line.
A tight rope marks the boundary line,
Of what is his and what is mine.
There it’s clear for all to see,
A wire runs across to the tree.
A simple border there to define,
A place where you don’t cross the line.
This is a marker there to set,
Just in case he tries to forget.
That there was more given generously,
So as not to cause animosity.
He talked about building a fence,
And when he started this pretence,
Of deciding where his border would go,
Removing the line, well wouldn’t you know.
The best way to do this is to remove the tree,
The one that’s there for all to see.
So he chopped it down and hid it away,
They wouldn’t find it when they came to stay.
But through carelessness, so sure was he
He didn’t count on the things I see.
I walked around and slung over there,
Was my tree stump short and bare.
I took the post with the wire grown through,
And positioned it, in full view.
A reminder of a boundary gone,
And the man who has done me wrong.
For twenty four inches more of land,
So that next to his house, a shed he’ll stand.
He should have asked and not just take,
But he will learn from his mistake.
He does not own, the whole hill,
This place where we are residing still.
We have not gone, are still around.
Here to remain and stand our ground.
They tell us strong fences, good neighbours make.
But he should remember there’s give and take.
Not take and take and just keep on
Until there’s nothing left and it all is gone.
So while he will sit and criticise,
He will do well to remember, that we’ve become wise.
To the stories he tells and the liberties taken,
Which at times, leave us upset and shaken.
But we will fight on and not be deterred,
And timing is right, has not been deferred.
We’ll be “saving our stamps” as he’ll often say
Until our help is required one fine day.
Then we might choose, whether to be
Those friendly helpful people he’ll see.
Or will he arrive at a closed door.
Advantages taken again, no more.
The boundary line has truly been crossed
When into the rubbish it was tossed.
It showed no care and disrespect.
For a friendship now gone due to neglect.
This picture represents a crossed boundary. There are often things which you cannot understand however hard you might try. About three years ago, I laid out the boundary to our garden, in accordance with our deeds, I was a little more generous than I should be, to allow our neighbour to create a slightly wider gateway or access to the side of his house. I checked with the Laird, a man who has known both properties for many years, he came and inspected the area and confirmed that I had been more than generous with my neighbour, so there should be no issue. It was a simple barrier. Wire fencing supported by 4 inch wooden fence posts and galvanised wire. It was a gentle boundary, showing where the line was. I tacked it loosely around an apple tree in the orchard part of the garden.
About 18 months later, when I returned the apple tree was completely gone. There was also a pile of logs which had been stacked at the bottom of my neighbours driveway, with rather alot from an apple tree, which he does not have anywhere on his land. It was clear that they had come from my garden. He only has one tree remaining in his garden, he left it looking like a totem pole when he butchered it five years ago and it is still fighting back with greenery this year for the first time. He set a fire underneath it, climbed up the tree after a bottle of vodka when the branches caught light and cut the branch he was sitting on, falling to the ground unscathed. He then decided the next day to take the other branches off it.
The Sycamore & The Totem
I was a bit fed up, but more so when I found that my boundary had been cut through as he built his fence. It was needless to take it down and little more than vandalism. My tree had been lopped and the evidence was there in his wood pile. I removed the 8ft high log which had been left there and propped it up against the side door of the cottage in plain sight of his window. Should he wish to discuss trees with me again, I would point out that he had no business in my garden felling my trees or taking my wood without discussion.
Needless to say, there was no discussion. Not that year or since he did not pass by, went away for a while and I did not see him until this year, in passing but he has not come by to speak with me, preferring to speak only with my partner. He doesn’t have a very high opinion of women, especially the ones who make decisions. The log stayed in our cottage since then, it made a good prop-barricade in case someone tried to push the door in. But a friend who helped us chop logs this week cut it up for firewood when I wasn’t looking, this is the only piece I managed to salvage.
So this is all that remains of my boundary, the one he crossed. A crossed line, which I will not forget. It will stay in the cottage as a reminder to me that I should not trust him. As a reminder to him that I know what he did and of my displeasure at his actions.
In the time we have had the cottage he has tried many times to fell my trees. Wild attempts to get other people to cut them down in my absence, with excuses as to why, some of which we have foiled only just in time. There is a large sycamore which is growing rather spectacularly and he attempted to get the telephone company only a week ago to fell it, saying that it was on his land. It isn’t. I ask myself when will he realise that I have woods here because I love the trees, they are calming, protecting and offer sanctuary and they are mine. There are none which can damage his property, they were already removed. There are none which concern him. The truth is that he doesn’t care. Some people don’t. My question is that if they resent the countryside so much, then why choose to live there? A rural location without trees and nature, well that just isn’t natural.
I think I need to spend more time here, in my absence things happen…
byindiablue 