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..
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
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
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 🫀
What a question, simple answer would be alive and in one piece. But there is an issue with my flippant answer. 1. Technically I am retired due to disability. 2. There lies the next issue, I am not in one piece because of the aforementioned disability.
So that changes my whole perspective on retirement, it is a scary financial time to contemplate. So on that note when retirement age descends upon me by a blessing from above it would be lovely if I didn’t have to spend my last years of life struggling like I have spent majority of my adult life. Oh I have worked, and put my heart and soul into several jobs, domestic violence robbed me of my mobility and health.
☀️☀️☀️☀️
So retirement bring me sunshine
Bring me love
Bring me happiness
Sorted my funeral, no clouds above
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You are never too old to set a new goal or dream a new dream.” —C.S. Lewis
What’s the oldest thing you own that you still use daily?
Dearest Friend
I have thought about this long and hard and the oldest thing that belongs to me, that is in daily use I hate to say is falling apart, and as it is a limited edition there are no spare parts. The chassis is twisted, it’s done too many miles. Paintwork is faded and to be honest the seat padding is bursting out all over.
The oldest thing I have in daily use is MYSELF. 59 in yrs feel 89 at times but my mind thinks I am still 19
Feel Like A Clapped Out Vehicle
Apart from my soft toy rabbit who is the same age as me and actually looks worse than I do(if that’s possible) anything older I own ie crockery is used for special occasions. Ornaments are in glass cabinets. I on the other hand am a living almost working relic of 1966 a disabled diva with a sense of humour and sarcasm in sacks
Hello to one or more of you that are kind enough to drop by to read the insane ramblings from a over active mind.
Well I was purusing my messages earlier and up popped this prompt about what sacrifices have I made in life. At first I was tempted to just leave it, but it kept pulling me back. So I thought it’s my mind, and it wants to have its say. I can’t help the way it will read or what people might say.
Sometimes just sometimes, we all need to be recognised for what we have done or not done for someone else.
Now my gears are running let’s go
I have sacrificed more than I can explain in a single piece of writing (most people would be asleep with boredom after the first 15 minutes) hence. That is why I am attempting to write my book. Anyways I digress;
I have sacrificed my everything, home, health, future and happiness to protect and love people who have no idea the true horrors of a domestic violence relationship and what you go through for your children. After all it’s so true no one knows what goes on behind closed doors.
What are your thoughts on the concept of living a very long life?
Hello, yes me again.
I just stopped to talk about this concept of living a very long life, which I will add could be considered controversial.
Like all living creatures we have an allotted time span some leave earlier, which is heartbreaking 💔, others live to over 100yrs of age. None of us know when it’s our turn, what we should be asking is ;
What are your thoughts on living for today, instead of putting things off for another day or a time that may never come
Anyway going back to the question, as of today, at the age of 58, I have my funeral paid for and money to pay any outstanding debts that I may have left,
I have a body that is like a battered old car, dented, parts worn, parts broken, non replaceable. My brain is a little like the engine, due to the domestic violence and other matters I have ptsd and suffer with depression so the engine in the car has a lot of faults,electrical issues.
So in my case I personally do not like the concept of living a long life, for me it would be a long painful lonely life.
The argument for it would be if you had no illness and were in a good place, then obviously that would be different I suppose.
I think I am going to stick with my don’t put off anything till tomorrow because we may only have today in which to do it.
Do you spend more time thinking about the future or the past? Why?
Hello my friend,
I do hope you are well?
Now I admit to thinking occasionally about the past because, yes deep intake of breath, I portion blame on myself for allowing a man to act in such a manner toward me, that domestic violence took my mobility away.
Everyone thinks I am bitter towards him. I’m not I am angry at myself for not having the courage to walk away. That is why I look back sometimes at the person I lost Me.
Do I look forward to the future more more?
Not really, I am, if I’m honest a little scared what the future may or may not hold. How much has the past impacted my future it worries me, so I leave the future where it is in the future.
I think I am happiest here, now, focusing on what I have and can do.
Because the past is gone, I
The future is just a dream
What we have is the present, which in all honesty is a true gift 🎁
So I am wasting no more time on regrets or future dreams, I am living for the present
Bucket of Smiles 