I know that there are so many people far worse off than me. But tonight I hit the bottom of my sparkle reserve, as I climbed into bed strapped to a monitor, with another machine on the opposite bedside table, and a third implanted in my chest. I cried.
Interesting few years.
Lessons learned.
No matter how much you love, there is no guarantee that love will be returned.
You can work yourself into the ground, the Company will not respect you more, merely expect more.
The capacity to be amazed by your children does not diminish.
Nor does the capacity to be hurt by those you trust most. Including family.
When your arms fall off, putting your pants on is a bastard. Or doing up a bra. And forget make up or hair.
Lack of sunlight and blue sky and sea destroys witches.
As does lack of writing.
I shall prevail.
Survive.
I am back! New life, new stories to share, let the witchness commence!!
I call this Faery Pool because there is something almost magical about the sunlight dancing on the water. Taken with my Samsung S3 mini, I love this camera!!
Three months ago I left the place I have called home for most of my life, to return to the place where I was born. It has been a challenging journey, a scary rollercoaster ride of emotions. I am still in a state of flux, of no fixed abode, adjusting to a way of life almost alien to me. But I have a new job, am making new friends, and tonight I smelt winter on the wind, and gloried in the pleasure of a sky dancing in stars. My life is not perfect, but it is wonderful!! And I am ready to write again!! Happy witch!! Bring on the next chapter!!!
In ten days time, I will leave Gibraltar, my home for nearly forty years. New adventure. New beginning. ‘Tis scary. Bring it on!!
The Daily Post – Snapshot Stories asked us to open any folder and find the first picture of ourselves we came across, then tell the story. This is me, aged seventeen, wearing my favourite dress in the world EVER!!! I bought it from a grotty little shop for just 50 pence, in 1978, and I still have it now!! I chopped several inches off the bottom, but didn’t need to hem it because it didn’t fray. I wore it with Doc Martens, and stilettos, and ballet pumps. It never creased, and it has remained snow white! It was one of the first things my Torn-Apart asked if I still owned when we reunited, and most bizarrely of all, my Fragrant Mother produced a photograph of herself at the age of sixteen wearing the exact same dress!! Incredible!!
Love Lift Us Up – An Officer and A Gentleman
Ok, you always knew it was going to be a weepy!! I have lost track of the number of times I have actually watched this film, and I still sob at all the right places. Richard Gere is obviously meant to be married to me, as he will realise when he finally meets me. Of course, I will have to turn him down, because no-one can ever be more delicious than Torn-Apart!!
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This is my home. It is a magical piece of rock pinned onto the bottom of Spain. It is actually upsidedown, a huge lump of limestone that doesn’t belong to the rest of the land around. It has become a part of our language, *as strong as the rock of…
This really resonated with me. I am not a deeply religious person, coming as I do from a deeply divided family. But I found this beautiful, and hugely uplifting. So I wanted to share.
These flowers had the most wonderful scent.
I saw this on a friends post in one of my email groups and I really liked it. It spoke to me of what I would like to do and to be.
I have been following Mermaid Momma and fell in love with this idea for a post. So I asked her very nicely, and she said I could do it too!! Thank you!! A song a day for 25 days, with a different reason for each choice. So this is my Day One. A song from my childhood.
I was in love with David Essex when I was ten!! I had his picture all over my bedroom wall, and knew all the words to all his songs. I would sit and grin soppily at the screen when he appeared on Top of the Pops, and tape his latest hit off the radio!! This song transports me back to that time, pre video and downloads, when I shared a bedroom with two of my sisters, and my tiny transistor radio was my most treasured possession. The garden we had at the time was split in two, the bottom end full of fruit trees and overgrown. I remember lying on my back in the long grass on warm summer sunday evenings with the radio clamped to my ear, listening to the top forty countdown,and planning my wedding to David! Makes me smile just thinking about it.
Saw this earlier on today, and thought “They must have met me!!” My fragrant mother despairs!!
