Describe an item you were incredibly attached to as a youth. What became of it?
Dearest Reader
Oh sweet memories of childhood, when the most precious thing in the world to me was a soft lemon and white long eared 🐰 rabbit. This soft toy held my secrets and wishes, my tears and fears and helped me sleep when no one else could .
What was his name?
Why, Rabbit of course.
Strangely he moved wherever I did and continued into my adult life with his silent sage advice and never spilt one secret, still he dried all my tears through all the trauma.
Where is he now ?
Living with me
Well he is no longer lemon and white and as he is the same age as me (57) he looks as battered as I do. But he has his place in my room. Well you can’t let someone go because they are falling apart and that’s just me. I just can’t wash him I think he might evaporate and sponging him makes very little difference . I can assure you he is one cherished childhood friend.
This is a very simple answer to todays writing prompt , could I do anything differently, well I could have done everything. There is always a possibility, and I mean everything from going to college to my choice in men and how many children I had. I wonder what the outcome would have been
Then I think. No I couldn’t have done anything differently because I did everything as I thought was right at the time. So I wouldn’t change a thing, life is all about learning and I learnt a lot in my life going the way I have
The more that you read, the more things you will know. The more that you learn, the more places you’ll go.”—Dr. Seuss
Conclusion you do what you do because, that is life, a learning curve .
When asked what is the greatest gift someone could give me, I have to answer from a place deep inside of myself I was unaware existed ;
I am not in need of anything thank you.
Material goods I am used to providing for myself, I need nothing and for that I am very lucky. I have sorted needs from wants at it certainly frees your mind.
I have done the, all I want is love and trust and it’s blown up in my face as it is unwrapped ..
If I have to give an answer it would be Time the greatest gift on earth.
There is one drawback with this request no one can add more time to your life but is that what I was asking?
No I am asking for someone to spend some Time with me.
The only issue being I have no special someone to spend that Time with me !
Please don’t think me ignorant nor completely devoid of intelligence when I tell you the college I attended was the College of Life.
When I left school I had a choice find a job or, oh that was my choice. I didn’t have a parent who would see me through college. So I learnt on my own. Like millions of other people before and after me.
Since the wheelchair became a part of my life I have gained many diplomas, and am entitled to carry many letters after my name. Just to prove to myself I could do it.
So my dear reader the college I had to enrol in at 16 served me well. I shall carry the banner with pride.
This day and age with government funding it is more advisable to attend a regular college .
the way in which two or more people or things are connected, or the state of being connected.”the study will assess the relationship between unemployment and political attitudes”
When asked what relationships have had a positive impact on me, I almost passed it by but sometimes a little soul searching is good for us all. Or maybe the word I should use is cathartic.
My stepfather has had the biggest impact on my life relationship wise, now please remember we are talking pop positive vibes only, here they are
1. Stepdad he bought me up,taught me respect and values and bought God into my life. it broke me when he died a year ago.
2. Current Partner has shown me that love is real and will do anything to make me feel safe, he makes the traumas of my past disappear.
3. Carer this lady has been with me 12+ years she is amazing. It is good to have someone who knows me so well, that if needed can anticipate my every move when I’m poorly . As a bonus she has become my best friend as time has passed. Life would be so dull without her
These are the relationships that have defined me in a positive way,
We are so nearly at the of end another year , I wish you a Happy New Year 🥳
I hope you all have a pleasant day and hopefully communicate again
My thoughts on politics and politicians have changed and always for the worse. I’m sure there are some humans with decent souls left amongst those who dabble in the dark arts of POLITICS, but I am doing as my Step father taught me, religion and politics should not be discussed in polite society . I have to add I have never seen a poor politician
Therefore here ends today short message
Stay safe where ever you may be
Thank you for always being so supportive of me and my scribbles
You get to build your perfect space for reading and writing. What’s it like?
Dear Readers,
This prompt that has landed today is a conundrum indeed. I always had in mind my perfect writing space, it would be like an old fashioned study. Wall to wall books a large desk, leather topped, with a cosy reading chair in the corner by a fire . My desk would overlook the countryside (being brought up on a farm that seemed feasible when my ideas started) or even over a garden.
Time eroded those ideas of perfect. I have my mini library 📚 approx 1500 books and I have my leather topped desk. But what I forgot to add was peace, the kind where your brain is not frazzled, where you can relax and let your mind unfold and your stories flow. What I have learnt is there is no perfect place to be creative with your pen or laptop. Creativity is in your mind and that means in truth a perfect space can be a battered briefcase or a satchel even an over large handbag store your essentials in that and creative brain can and will travel.
I can snuggle in my chair, lie on my bed, go sit by a pool or have a coffee at a cafe all are places I can sit and read.
My dear readers how can you experience perfect when there is a world of chaos to experience, be a part of that world and find a nook or ledge and there you have your canvas start writing
I can guarantee that as soon as you achieve your perfect anything thought or otherwise, human nature is to keep tweaking it, changing because we are never happy . So as I said I no longer look for perfect ideas I take what I see and make it suit me.
Have you ever performed on stage or given a speech?
I was born to perform, not as an actress, oh no I would never remember my lines, moves or cue. But all the worlds a stage my darlings and every day is a new part, a new start.
Dear Readers
So back to the prompt of the day have I ever performed on eirkllllstage or given a speech? It pleases me to say yes to the first and in a roundabout way yes to the second.
As a teenagera I was involved in amateur dramatics with the YFC and performed in competitions regionally, we reached the semi finals one year and I was so proud of our club. We h me o act and sing and of course dress up, well actually dress down that time as we sang our way through old London Town. We Rolled out the Barrel we had a Barrel of fun and carried on with My Old Man, said follow the van and don’t dilly dally on the way. Our play was a Pearly Kings & Queens London , with the old time music hall songs.
(YFC was the Young farmers club)
Then years later I started reading poetry , my own work to open spiritual evenings .
My proudest moment in the oratory world was being asked by the local DAA to be their show host for an awareness event. introducing the acts, keeping the audience entertained and even having my chance to read my own work . and give a step toward publishing it.
(DAA dementia action alliance)
Yes I have many times stood in front of group of people for many reasons and spoken aloud work and other matters and I enjoyed it .
Little secret I don’t think I needed the microphone 😁
Have a wonderful day, evening or night till we meet again
Kim Louise
Well said
Please remember this was pre 1965 so no remarks about sexism
Yes I have been absent for a while, i do hope absence does not mean you have forgotten me?
Now what is a wild animal exactly? Surely all animals are wild and we humans are under the illusion that we have tamed these poor creatures. Then again humans are pretty wild, and I mean that in many ways, from partying to fighting, one extreme to another.
Here in the UK 🇬🇧 a mouse 🐭 is wild (wildlife) and gets very mad when caught😁.
I live close to a safari park and have visited the park seen the wild!!!! animals but here the native wildlife to name a few are mice, rats, foxes. Badgers, voles and many more we have one poisonous snake an Adder unless some other breed has been introduced. I will be corrected I expect but we are here to learn. All of which I have had the pleasure of meeting in my lifetime
The wildest animal I have ever come across is a cat that was being cuddled by my then 4yr old, the cat 🐈 did not want a cuddle but never struggle with a 4yr old they are the wildest creatures you will meet
Wild mice love to ransack your homeWild child avoid at all costs
Yes I have been absent recently, I have been fighting with an old enemy, myself.
I have enjoyed these little notes I have sent to you, sharing thoughts and ideas and sometimes parts of my life. But out of nowhere the mocking Me returned and for a short time I lost all confidence. I actually allowed this accursed doubt to get the better of me. It is the voice from the past, the voice from childhood, all my insecurities poured in and fear stopped me writing anymore. Why would I when I was useless?
Then I saw todays prompt and a rush of emotion flooded in.
Oh I could be proud of being a survivor of domestic violence, I am but that was a battle that left me battered beyond recognition to the person I was.
My children maybe? Well that’s another letter altogether, I love them with a full heart I may not like them sometimes (they are all adults). What I will say is they should have pride in themselves first, a couple have got themselves grounded, and are sorted in whatever they are doing. So that makes me happy for them.
So what am I most proud of in life?
That I was lucky enough to have had a most wonderful Step-Father who even after my mother left him, divorced him, went off with another man leaving her two daughters and their son with him (lots more to the story) he continued to raise us, care for us and do his ultimate best for us.
He was a farmer 18yrs older than mother, he worked hard provided well for us all. I have seen him cry (saddest day ever, but I learnt real men cry) he made us all laugh, and he learnt to cook, fast, very fast.
The first Sunday we had been he was determined we would have a roast dinner as that was the tradition. Success meat roasted along with potatoes. Then the veg was cooking nicely, and Dad asked how do you we make gravy we looked at one another and shrugged 🤷♀️ in the 1970s on the farm no we didn’t have gravy granules, I don’t know if they existed . So with um helpful suggestions from my sister and myself we had our first and last slice of gravy. It was the best roast ever. He continued to improve his roasts to the point I can honestly say his were the best I can ever remember.
This story I shared was to give an example of the sort of man he was. No such thing as a problem just a wrinkle to iron out.
I am so Proud I was able to have met this man
My heart is even fuller because I was able to call him Dad
I wasn’t there at the end of his days, somethings can’t be helped, but I do know if he had been told the truth about me and why I had to go he would have understood.
So to my Step-Father I am so proud to have been brought up by you, no one compares to you, sorry for not being there towards the end, I never stopped thinking about you, or thanking you for lessons you taught and the love you gave, without you I don’t know where we would of ended up
Now you can walk across the fields, with all your dogs that went ahead of you,
Taking in the peace and enjoying every sunset. Relaxing with old friends sharing laughter like you used to.
I hope you hear the words Dad I was and always will be so very proud of you. x
Bucket of Smiles 