Hello, how are you? Wow it’s been a while. So tell me what have you been doing and how is everyone?
I miss you, I love you, you are my world. In this life and the next, I will find you and destroy your happiness. He was mine till you killed our love with poison words.
That is why I love writing because WORDS are powerful, wonderful, thought provoking, exciting and so many more emotive thoughts. The written word can enrage or soothe, excite or scare, teach or spread propaganda.
Used in a positive way I find words soothe me as in song words .
I write for children with tales of wonder wrapped in fact
I write for adults of facts woven with artistic licence.
I write poetry to expand and please the mind
I write fact for us to remember lives as they were before all is lost.
I write because that’s who I am.
Write a short story a week. It’s not possible to write 52 bad short stories in a row.”
Do you have a favorite place you have visited? Where is it?
Hello, 👋 yes I’m back again. I didn’t think I would be, you see I didn’t see the point, I tell you what I’m thinking, and well that’s boring for anyone to read. I lost myself for a while I guess we all do some more than others, me I get lost from my bedroom to the bathroom in the night. Yes I am that bad. Anyway I saw this prompt about my favourite place I have visited and well this is a perfect time of year to tell you about it.
So, first thing it’s free to visit, thank goodness as I have been there so many times. I find there is something to cover every subject. Hope, love, friendship, family, maybe today I am seeing the brighter side, because if you stay to longer it can be exhausting. Same can be said of anywhere I guess.
You can visit alone or with family or friends, or a group of people depending on what interests they have.
By now you are going Ohhh I know, and so you might but when I revisit old memories or picture albums or even photos in this digital age I don’t look back with regret I look back with happiness that the moment happened, everyone of those revisited moments good or bad has led to this moment now. I may not be doing what I had intended but my children are adults and doing well.
I visit my memories and photographs often to remind myself, how lucky I have been to have survived the D/V I went through, the endless moving to protect my children, the disability and loss of everything home, family and friends.
The one thing I have is that perfect place I can visit Memories whether down Photograph Lane, tucked away in Corner of My Mind or Digital Parade. I have three favourite places all connected that I can share or not, places that everyone should visit with the same thought-
Memories are a snapshot from behind us.
They form who we have become, our love, our trust.
My memories cause me to laugh at what I’m wearing
Then sometimes a little tear spills, see I can still be caring.
I disappear into the vaults of yesteryear for five minutes.
Then find I have been there for hours, so let’s wing it.
People who have left this world, I see their smiling faces.
My babies all grown ups and having all their own places.
So ask me once again do I have a favourite place to visit?
My answer is yes, the past where all my photostell a story a perfect place to visit..
Hello dear readers of today, have I missed some major news article regarding the future? No I didn’t think so. Let me entertain you with the of life ME
Now we have a word called yesterday, well it’s gone nothing you can do about it, it happened, move on, it’s behind you (in the words of my mental health provider). With a flick of the wrist as if pushing an imaginary past behind her, she dismissed my whole domestic violence background and other major life struggles, as if puff 💨 wow, everything would disappear. Big mistake Woman, I wasn’t alone, I had a friend with me. 1. To push my wheelchair. 2. To help me with memory and stop me from freezing up. 3. Because of my PTSD I am terrible at being alone, no change that I couldn’t be alone when out.
My friend witnessed every word said, Claire has become my friend over the years I have known her, but her official title is personal assistant (posh for carer).
So back to yesterday, gone but Hell and Damnation it is not forgotten, all our yesterdays make us who we are and are learning curves( supposed to be). Also just to be a tiny bit pedantic here but if we are to forget YESTERDAY isn’t that what history is a culmination of all of the yesterdays of the world? 🌍
Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it. ‘ George Santayana
Ok moving on
Today, the Present. Well each day is a new start and it’s a chance to right wrongs , finish tasks, watch that movie you have been promising you would, but how many people make full use of each moment. We are allotted an amount of time in this world, a commodity that you cannot buy or sell, ok smart arse, yes clocks and watches etc but they don’t lengthen your life. The issue is how many people use their time to the max (I don’t). I leave so much not done even though I have plans, nothing falls into place, the harder I seem to try the worse it gets. I keep saying I just want the house and garden to look like my plans to be tidy not jumbled and bop there is always an issue. We should all be living our best life and I guarantee not many people are.
I am lucky to have a home I know that , I am lucky to have furniture to fill it and I am grateful for what I have. Becoming disabled in my late 40s and being uprooted so many times has made life so difficult. I am grateful I was able to protect my children as they asked, it cost me family and friends and I live alone now, the children have grown and I am redundant as are all parents eventually. I just would have liked my present to have been a little more settled. That’s enough of my present.
Now we go the future , who know what will happen, I don’t see peace anytime soon, I would like to see order in my life so I can concentrate on finish some of the projects I have waiting in the sidelines
I never think of the future.It comes soon enough.” – Albert Einstein.
Truth is I am not looking forward nor backward I am concentrating on now, because, yesterday is past, tomorrow is whisper away, today is all I have here in the present
With love as ever
Kim-Louise
Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.” – Buddha
We meet at such a sad moment, I shall be very brief on this ~ go to comfort food (sob). To make myself heard I repeat ((SOB)).
I was always torn between corned beef sandwiches on white bread with butter and a layer of tomato ketchup, Heinz tomato 🍅 ketchup at that. Always made me feel good, of course only one thing could top that Cadburys chocolate, oh my goodness, now that was the closest thing to floating for me. Those two were my go to comfort foods sweet and savoury.
“There is no sincerer love than the love of food,” by George Bernard Shaw
But now the closest I get to a comfort food is a fresh fruit salad with nectarines or a freshly cooked chicken fillet with a Caesar salad.
Caesar Salad
Explanation well through life I have needed a lot of comfort food, yes needed, life has been difficult, is the polite way of saying it. Now the need is to lose the residue of the comfort food, also known as FAT, wibbly, wobbly , jiggly excess, surplus to requirements, scale busting, obese morbidly (yes according to the charts). This triple bellied hippo has spent the last 37 days surprising no one but myself, eating healthy food and loving it. No processed or pre prepared food just healthy (boy is it expensive) living.
Drinking water and plenty of it, gone from coffee, white, two sugars to coffee black one sweetener but prefer Stevia (all natural sweetener from stevia plant). Admit I still have the odd zero can of pop/soda which is ok.
I just can’t believe this snuffling comfort eater has changed so quickly. All it took was a look in the mirror and a realisation this is not who I want to be.
So I truly look forward to the next thirty something days to seeing less of me and as I am now 16lb lighter I will no longer be a triple bellied Hippo I will be a double bellied Hippo
I just wanted to say you look good today. No don’t shake your head you are looking good. Don’t give me the I’m to old or skinny, rotund or haven’t got me teeth in, whatever excuse you are going to think of I am telling you that I think you look amazing. Please keep that in mind and, hang on 👣👣👣👣👣👣👣 ok I’m back can you catch this
That’s it, my bucket 🪣 of smiles, take a handful for yourself and share them out, give a smile to a stranger that you meet, it maybe the only friendly gesture on their street. Share those smiles far and wide, I always make many more, actually a fresh batch every day, I can find and post the recipe another day.
Ah that leads me to what bothers me the most, right here and now, in 2025, without being political because I could kick up a storm there. No I promised myself to be a better person in, err, starting, um, err, July 2025 .
What bothers me the most here and now is how little happiness is found in the United Kingdom 🇬🇧. Even during war time people pulled together and helped one another out. Ok not everyone but a percentage of the population got together. Now people have lost all ability to socialise and enjoy themselves hooked on mobile phones. It’s a sad place to live when schools are so concerned about safeguarding the wrong things that actual bullying goes unseen. When children can’t talk about their heritage because the British heritage is seen as not part of multi cultural. Our pensioners are concerned about their future with every government statement All this bothers me because our country is a sad place to live, NOW.
All I would love to do is share smiles to those that need them, what’s a disabled dizzy diva to do
Non of this is intended to cause upset to anyone this is just what bothers me
What could you let go of, for the sake of harmony?
Hi, hello again, it’s been a while, as usual life just takes these twists and turns and before you know it a week or month can pass and time can fly by. Yet nothing has been achieved, sad fact isn’t it we act as if we have all the time in the world, when truthfully at any moment our clock could just, stop,
NOW.
So here I am again trying so hard to prioritise what is important in my life, trying to find some harmony, and it’s almost like having to sell my soul. Which is never and can’t happen. So how will I find harmony? What will I let go of to attain said harmony? Well truth is I won’t let go of anything.
This lady has lost so much physically, materially and I guess mentally that I refuse to let go of anything I have left. Instead like a symphony I intend to weave my life together to make a harmonious piece of music that suits the way I now want to live.
It may sound selfish, I can assure you, it is not, my babies have grown flown away and have babies of their own. I live by myself because who wants a woman who can’t hold hands walking side by side. Let alone struggles with housework and other simple tasks. My life is becoming more harmonious because I am learning that life goes on no matter what I do so I just add another instrument into my symphony when change has to happen.
For example, my son having a hissy fit because he is good at doing these things, he is 34 , it messes with the harmonies so I just put a drum in to drown him out . No I’m not completely loopy, but it works and if it works why change it
Symphony- the simple definition of a symphony? agreement or concord of sound – harmony
Harper Collins Definition
HARMONY
noun
agreement in action, opinion, feeling, etc; accord
order or congruity of parts to their whole or to one another
agreeable sounds
music
any combination of notes sounded simultaneously
the vertically represented structure of a piece of music Compare melodyrhythm
the art or science concerned with the structure and combinations of chords
a collation of the material of parallel narratives, esp of the four Gospels
In many cultures, harmony is considered an important virtue. As a personal, social, or environmental accomplishment, harmony has a place in everyday conversation, political discourse, as well as academic scholarship
What absolutely amazing thing to contemplate answering. What is my favourite thing about myself? I have laughed so much over this question Thank goodness I came back this morning to complete this note and post it.
So to the point, in a round about way, I can say without a doubt, hand on heart it is not my amazing model like figure, well I do look like a triple bellied Hippo, in a pink tutu. Very much like the Disney Fantasia movie.
Hyacinth from Disneys Fantasia
My voice ? No , oh boy, although I would make money being paid to not sing 🎶, I am of just slightly above average intelligence, not anything to make a fuss about. I have been less abled for 15yrs so definitely not that.
How very true
I write a lot about many things hoping one day to finish one particular piece as a book. Now I had been read through this chuckling to myself, when I realised that was my favourite thing about myself , my humour, my ability to turn any situation thrown at me and find a funny side and not let it bring me down. Oh it used to, but like a switch that had been flipped, it became- oh dearthis woman has had enough rubbish to deal with . Time to change
If I can laugh at my own writing and make a few others laugh. 🤭 plus I think I missed my calling as a sit down comedian, come on whoever heard of a stand up comedian who couldn’t stand, so I would have been a sit-down.
So there is my favourite thing about myself ⭐️ My humour ⭐️
Oh and that that my heart though still metaphorically shattered, still beats, therefore I am grateful to be alive 🫀
A legacy – the long-lasting impact of particular events, actions, etc. that took place in the past, or of a person’s life ( copied from Oxford Language Dictionary)
B legacy- an amount of money or property left to someone in a will.
So I am aware of what I would like to leave as my legacy the only issue is, no matter how you go about things someone will always find a reason to put you down. Now ok I will be gone my physical body reduced to dust so why am I thinking about it because I had hoped in death I would have received better than I did in life.
So I am hoping that my written words will have an impact, a glimpse into the world of me. The words no one listened to, a poignant glimpse into the trials of who I was and survival. The comedy of life and observation of the world around me.
The other part of my legacy is my children and grandchildren to carry on their hard work. To carry forth love and laughter out onto this world
I have been absent, for that please accept my apologies and let us move forward in life.
This looks like a fun exercise list five things I do for fun !! !! !! !! !! !! !! – maybe it was a little more difficult than I thought. In my pre less-abled diva days I would have listed 5 and 5 more just for fun. Now I just do things to get through the day.
Oh no you don’t, this is no pity party, this is my brain trying to kickstart its dusty motor a little .
Here we go
I write, it’s therapeutic for me, don’t care if it never gets read I am happy with it. I find my mind whirling and ideas flash, next I am away in a story and calm as can be. Ray Bradbury: “Just write every day of your life. Read intensely. Then see what happens
Reading, a good book can transport you anytime, anyplace, any part of the imagination. A book can be an amazing friend. The more that you read, the more things you will know. The more that you learn, the more places you’ll go.” – Dr. Seuss
Messing with paint, now I can’t paint in the conventional terms but I love the paint flow and ebb colour mix’s etc so I have fun with paint and canvas. Painting is just another way of keeping a diary: — Pablo Picasso
Craft work, sewing, crochet, knitting, model making and on it goes. “Crafting is a way to make something out of nothing.” – Anon
Meditation, well this keeps me grounded, sane, helps with pain and really is calming. Not that good at selling an idea but that’s the general idea for me. My only problem if I become to calm of an evening meditating I make sure I am on my bed, I have been known to wake up the following morning. All I can say is I needed that sleep. Sleep is the best meditation.” – Tenzin Gyatso, 14th Dalai Lama
So my boring five keep me almost sane and yep definitely 👍🏻 alive
To be asked what is my mission? I am assuming it means my purpose in life, my reason for being, my calling in life.
Well after great thought and a deep soul searching which took an awful long time, I think I have an answer.
So it took me thirty seconds and the answer was there, my mission in life is to make people SMILE
I haven’t been doing a very good job recently as I seem to have lost my way a little but this question was like a push back into line to resume spreading smiles for they travel many miles .
One of my many poems about smiling and smiles, my problem was I listened to those that dislike me and his my work away, but I have since found that some of my poems have been used from nursery schools to abuse centres to help some people and make others smile.
So now I shall continue my mission.
Smile my friend it could be the best thing you could pass to an another person and it gives your face a workout.
Bucket of Smiles 