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.”
Some time has passed since we last spoke, for that I am extremely sorry. I have not been in the mood to write, if I am to be honest I am not sure where I have been or what my mind has been doing, it has been on a magical mystery tour without me. Anyway this popped up about my ideal home, well how could I not share this with you!
Firstly I live in two worlds and the one I know the best is inside my head . When writing ✍🏽 it is a retreat for me, and it comes from something said when I was young. Overhearing an adult saying that I had my head in the clouds I started constructing my own castle in the clouds.
This castle has never changed in its design and is to be honest basic except for the book collection which covers 50% of the castle walls with a ladder that encircles all of the bookcases on a track.
I sit on this huge window ledge writing , painting and sewing happy and in peace.If it’s cold there is a roaring fire in a magnificent fireplace , if warm the window is open and I hear birds singing.
It reminds me of certain Disney films and some fairytales but not in cartoon form. All I can say it’s there I go when looking for ideas , peace, escapism.
Here in the real physical, actual world, oh I have a dream don’t we all? To live in the perfect house suitable for my needs that would be a wow.
My bungalow.
Here I go firstly a bungalow, but not a small one on a housing estate. I dream of having one that allows my wheelchair to go through the front door, wide spacious entrance hall, with a large living room to display my collectibles. Then a good sized kitchen/dining room that hopefully leads to a nice garden 🪴 patio area. All has to be wheelchair accessible as the time may come when I need the wheelchair more. Two Bedrooms, mine having an en-suite wet room/bathroom, plus walk in closet, again plenty of room to get about. The second bedroom decent size not that I anticipate guests just maybe my granddaughter occasionally.
My Libraryt
Then my pièce de résistance would be my library/ office, floor to ceiling custom built book cases with glass doors to protect the books from dust. Every subject I can think of and years of collecting rare and old books. It would just be fitting to see them in the best setting I can give them. My desk old and marked but perfect for me with its leather inlay, my pc 🖥️ on another desk with printers lying silent. The bungalow is ready to move in clean and fresh
Oh I nearly forgot in the back garden is a rather large shed but when you step inside it is a a hobby shop or craft room whatever you want to call it. All my paints and transfers are waiting for me in there
A walkway joins my chalet/bungalow to my workshop and the borders are made up of fragrant herbs, as you go down it.
A pergola covers the patio ready to provide shade in the sun. This peaceful haven is just a short wheelchair from a quaint village that has everything needed including company, not that I seek company too often. My rules change living there, if out in the village having a coffee or working on a painting or most importantly writing no mobile phone allowed, I lived without it for many years and now the thing rules my life. So my ideal dream home has a sign
Visitors please don’t bring your phones in here, they seriously damage our conversation.
I guess we all dream and dreams hurt no one, for now I give thanks I have a roof over my head and space to move. I am slowly working towards turning my home into my castle and bungalow combination, so it could be said I am living the best of two worlds in one.
Stay safe, stay happy, smile on my friends
Till we meet again
Adiós 👋 Hwyl 👋Auiho 👋 Salut,👋 Au revoir 👋Auf Wiedersehen 👋Arrivederci 👋Zàijiàn 👋 Sayōnara 👋Annyeong 👋. Do svidaniya 👋 bye🤗
Apologies if I have misspelled or missed your language out I just picked a random amount so I could say bye to all
How are things with you today, how is life treating you, please tell me you are wearing a smile 😀 I am sending them out every day for free. They cure so many issues try one on, did you know truly one size fits all.
So here we are talking about these random things and here comes another conversation starter, that’s if you have someone to talk to, so ok you have guessed it I don’t so I talk to you my friend . Random because I could actually be talking to myself. Then again that would be nothing new for me. I have talked to myself through marriages(well that’s how it felt), bringing the children up(we all know what kids are like, yes mum, of course mum, out of sight, what does she know) and it has become a habit now I am alone. Sorry I am digressing from my initial conversation, oops.
So I can sense time passing around me but I am in a bubble an it feels fantastic when doing anything creative constructive or art anything like that. But top of my away with the fairy’s where time does not exist, give me a good book and I happily will stay curled up and read cover to cover and breathe of course. You could call it my Perfect Time Machine, well I can move anywhere in space time and realities in a book and when I take my head out of it, I have moved further forward in time,
“But meanwhile, time flies; it flies never to be regained.” –Virgil
Ok so I am a day late with posting this probably because I fell asleep before I could press post
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
Happy New Year, this is day one of 2025 and the first year I have decided not to make any resolutions.
There are a few reasons for my decision, number one being they don’t last. I actually feel I have enough challenges ahead of me without putting anymore strain on myself.
I have a list as long as my arm some personal, some things that have to be achieved. But nevertheless all are to me big challenges for someone in my position.
When I share parts of my life it’s never for sympathy or compassion, plus I am aware that there are people far worse off than I am. I guess it all depends on where you live in this world as to how you live your life, what your home is like, running water, shops or not.
I live in the UK, my life has been a whirlwind of destruction, from the age of 12-13 till now at 58. I can remember all the good things but sometimes it’s like looking through a mist to find them. Because of the Domestic Violence I have been through.
1. Now my challenges I face are after being moved and moved by police for safety, I have never allowed myself to settle and call a place home, now the children are grown and left to start there own families , it’s time for me to accept this town and place and make it my home. So now I find myself with a place that has some heart in it but nothing is as it should be. My house is a disaster zone not a home. I have this huge challenge to turn this place into the home I want to live in and be happy with on a budget of £5 and two buttons
2. Second challenge. Due to disability I’m limited to what I can move/lift even knowing if I can stay awake longer than an hour so that’s a challenge in itself. I have to find a way of not battling this but working with it , not blaming my ex but taking back control and pacing myself so that if today is a wipe-out ok no worries here’s hoping tomorrow is better. Make no plans and go with whatever I can cope with. I have had a long time to try and manage this but the GP surgery has been less than helpful, until recently. Now with a fresh approach in my mind I’m changing this challenge from a mountain to climb to a hill to come down. As it feels like I have been stuck on a hilltop alone for so long,battling several things now I am coming down and finding myself own way that’s my challenge
3. My third challenge has been driving me mad for a long time because I have been approaching it wrong, I have been writing for as long as I can remember and I have reams of poems, two manuscripts and a couple of children’s books to put forward to look at publishing. Obviously I have to work on them, this is where I derail my own train, so I have been told. Well I am no longer in a train I am on a huge galleon ship floating on the clouds. No rails for me to come off , no water to drown in. Because the whole thing is magical there are no planes or any type of aircraft to disturb me. So my challenge here is to smoothly sail the now still clouds and finish the edits needed as my procrastination will be dealt with in challenge 2. Making this one a much smaller hill to climb I hope.
There are plenty of challenges in life, money, disability equipment i.e wheelchair, money (oh mentioned that already), mental health, ptsd, money 😁, and on it goes.
But that’s enough for today, tomorrow I start afresh, I do hope you are having a lovely day
You get to build your perfect space for reading and writing. What’s it like?
Dear friend,
The very thought of building my own space for reading and writing has been in my head for as long as I can remember.
I always wanted a dedicated room for my books, my own library. Wall to wall book shelves with a desk sitting sideways into the room so I can look out of the window.
Actually I have upgraded my plans since I first made them to include a second desk back to back, one for pc and one for writing ✍🏽.
The room will be white with a plain carpet and will have a couple of bucket seats to finish the room.
That is my ideal quiet place to study and read,
Since I was a child I have dreamt of this, oh I have amassed a sizeable amount of books for my library on most topics. I have my desks and pc plus I am writing more.
All I need is the room and at last slowly and painfully I am putting a room together, my dream will become my reality
This is when I say dreams do come true, I am 58 it’s been a long time, but wow, wow and I say again wow this will be my favourite, most loved room in all my house.
My own library/reading/writing space/room. My place of quiet thoughts
Bucket of Smiles 