I’ve always hated endings. Way back in time when I left school, I hated saying goodbye to teachers, other girls, even the building. If I see people in films parting, I cry, if I have to leave even a job that I hate, I still get upset. When I have to say goodbye to friends I make on holiday around the world, I cry.
As a therapist, I build intense, often long, relationships where my clients share their deepest untold secrets; hopefully they heal and are strong enough to continue their paths without me. This is a wonderful milestone that is tinged with sadness for them, to leave their ‘mummy’ and go it alone, but they are surprised that I should have a tear as well.
So here I am at stone 31 feeling sad because it’s finished. I’m very pleased with myself, I didn’t think I would make every day and several times thought I would just skip a day, no-one would know – except me of course. So I held on and found something to say or a photo to take. I haven’t taken it as seriously as some, I’ve mucked about and had a laugh, maybe not been as ‘mindful’ as intended and reprimanded myself for that, now that I am good at!
I’ve met some lovely people, received warm loving comments and read some superb writing this month and I really will take part again. Meanwhile, thank you to all involved with January Small Stones, Writing Our Way Home, and a big fat brave, GOODBYE until next time.
I watched Lost Kingdoms of Africa on TV last night, with the wonderful Gus Casely-Hayford, he featured the Asante nation in Ghana. I had many experiences there and found this photo. I wonder what this little girl dared to hope for.
A few toys perhaps?
The penultimate stone
Now what shall it be?
I thought about mademoiselle pussy cat
but she’s evading me
I twice walked past the hedge today
or where it used to be
it’s now a deep and flooded ditch
that makes my chest go tight
my very first stone of January
was the seed of old mans beard
now blown and vanished in the night
for you I snapped daffodowndillies
and graceful silver birch trees
I wrote of my own red nose
beckoning wide blue estuaries
baked Camembert for tea
I’ve dropped you down in India
shown you a rainbow with two ends
and I’ve swept away bad spirits
to make you smile my friends
so now there’s just tomorrow
and then what shall I do
maybe stick around for February
casting nuggets for you!
I’m a travelaholic and I’m always posting photos and anecdotes from places around the world but for once I’m going to sing the praises about my own city. Beautiful Exeter in the south west of England is 2000 years old and has something for everyone. Here are just a few pics I took last summer when I spent just an hour in town. A fund raising event
A shiny band
A veterans parade (and above)
Restored Tudor buildings
A recent mural
The 900 year old St Peter’s cathedral
Some of the flock!
Mols coffee house
A ruined church
A friendly labradoodle
A catwalk show in Princesshay shopping centre
The blue boy relocated from the old Princesshay
I hope you like this quick insight into a summer day in Exeter.There is always something to see and do, we get lots of tourists and the coast is just ten miles away.
Canopies of trees have burst their buds.
testing, is it time to blossom?
to herald the coming green?
listen . . . no barren avenues today
the air orchestrated with birdsong.
blackbirds call from the horse chestnut roof
wives chime replies from birch spires.
a lilting debate about whether it’s time.
whether it’s the weather yet
or the risk of a frozen February mist.
begin early, there may be three nest-full’s
hatching this year. three full nests?
that’s an awful lot of work
but a full of bounty of worm, who can resist?
My lovely friend Isadora, a talented poet http://insidethemindofisadora.wordpress.com/
suggested that I submit this poem here http://gooseberrygoespoetic.blogspot.com/
I went to walk in Danes wood today hoping to see snowdrops. There were a few along the lane from Poltimore to Killerton but none in the woods. Disappointing, but never mind, I’ve found a photo from a couple of years ago.
Determined not to get too snowdrop depressed, this is what I took home instead.
I know. But I didn’t promise to be rational did I???
. . . that George can fix it again!
The road to Mole was long and hot and this wasn’t the only break down on that day. We made it of course, thanks to George’s skill – an awesome driver and mechanic!
Today the news is full of outrage because the boss of a major bank, owned by UK taxpayers is to receive a huge bonus payout, a little short of a million pounds. I was also financially outraged today, on a slightly smaller scale ;-), when I went to make a purchase. I’ve had a cold for a few days, quite unusual for me, and this morning I’d dripped my way through all the tissues I had with me. So in my lunch break I popped into the small branch of a certain major news retailer, set up as a convenience store in the hospital, during my lunch break. I saw three choices and asked the price of each, expecting to pay through the nose (PTP!) a little. My first option was the equivalent of the quality you would find in a pound shop, the next the basic version of the brand name and the last the man sized brand name. The prices, can you guess? £2.49, £2.99 and £3.79, I kid you not, this is for a single box of tissues, and I nearly fell through the floor. ‘What? I only want one box, I would expect twin or triple packs for that.’ They looked at me as if I was crazy and offered a handbag ten pack for 99p. As it was that or my sleeve I had to fork out. Is it that I am a complete raging crone? Or do you agree that it’s totally nasty to charge prices that high, when most of the customers are patients or their visitors? Being in hospital is stressful enough without being ripped off and taken advantage of by a large national company. Grrrh.
For a while I’ve been writing short pieces about my travel in Rajasthan, and at present I’m writing about the time I spent in the Jaisalmer area. It’s taking me ages for some reason so for today’s stone I thought I’d give you a sneak preview!
Sunset was a bit hazy, not the really glorious reds I had hoped for, but like at Khuldera there was this strange . . .
And that’s all for now, perhaps you will come back when I post the rest!