Flashback Friday

img_4221Get your happy dancing feet on, it’s Friday. 😁
It’s been a busy week here, but it’s over nearly and time to relax and enjoy the weekend. Do you have plans?
I do and that’s to do as little as possible while watching others work, 😝
I really have high hopes for this year. I’m determined to be happy, to enjoy life. But right now life seems to have other plans for my family. So far it’s been testing, I’m very worried about my mum, she seems to constantly have a head ache, which scares me, with her history and her tumour, it’s really not a good thing to have headaches all the time. On top of that I’m worried about my baby cousin, who is going through a very personal health scare but the icing on the cake is, my favourite great-uncle who has been more like a grandad to me, was blue lit to hospital, he’s really poorly, so fingers crossed he’s going to be ok. The world will be a much darker place without him.😢
But still I’m staying positive, I’m still smiling and I’m still growing.
I will win this war.
Anyway enough of the depressing stuff, it’s Friday people.
Time to reflect.
So I’ve looked back over old post I’ve made on this date since we started this blog and the first one I read was kind of fitting.
Have a good one peeps, stay safe, stay happy and don’t forget to move those dancing feet. 😃


So much truth.

Couldn’t say it better myself.

Maybe my beliefs aren’t your beliefs.

Maybe my way of seeing the world isn’t your way
Maybe my dreams seem to high.

Maybe my hopes and faith seem silly
Maybe what I see as pretty you don’t
Maybe my idea of love seems unrealistic
Maybe my aspirations seem to far out there.
That’s okay
They are after all mine.
So I will believe in what I feel is true
I will see the world for what it can be
I will dream as high as my dreams can reach
I will hope and have faith until my last breath
I will see beauty in nature and seek it in others.
And I will keep my beliefs and aspirations alive.

For love gives my life it’s breath and fuels my passion.



The morning after……

img_4218When life has you by the balls, pulling you to your knees.
When love has shattered your heart into a trillion unfixable pieces.
When the sky’s are dark and the days are as black as the moonless nights.
When all hope has wilted and there just isn’t an end in sight.
When life no longer holds a meaning and you’ve no energy left to fight.
Then your eyes have no sparkle and you soul is torn apart.
Look deep within your heart and see that somewhere, someone is out there ready to help you fight, comfort you, listen and remind you that it will be alright.
I’ve been here and somehow I survived, I really don’t know how but I did.
You can to.

I found the below article by the very talent Meggie Royer, over a month ago and have had it open on my iPad ever since.
It touched my soul in many different ways.
And even though it’s sad, it’s also beautiful in its own right, (Maggie is one talented writer) so much so I have to share it and hope that it can give a little peace to someone who is struggling, someone who is surrounded by darkness and is lost without the light, someone who is lonely, someone who is drowning in heartache.
I know it’s the hardest thing on earth to lift yourself out of the black hole you have fallen in, the climb will be extremely difficult, but with every step forward the darkness gains different shades of black to grey and the light will slowly but surely filter through.
You can make it out and in time you will want to, you will want to see the beauty of the morning frost, the sunlight dancing on the walls, the roar of the ocean, the dew on the spring grasses, who have also been fighting their own battles to see the warming glow of the sun, to come alive once more.
Life is so delightful in so many ways, you just have to re-train your mind to focus on the beauty instead of the pain. It will NOT be easy, I’m certain of that because I’m still claiming to find not just the light, but to find myself once again and even though I will be different, I will be stronger also and I will be able to see the magic of the light again…….

The morning after I killed myself, I woke up.

The morning after I killed myself, I woke up.
I made myself breakfast in bed. I added salt and pepper to my eggs and used my toast for a cheese and bacon sandwich. I squeezed a grapefruit into a juice glass.

I scraped the ashes from the frying pan and rinsed the butter off the counter. I washed the dishes and folded the towels.
The morning after I killed myself, I fell in love. Not with the boy down the street or the middle school principal. Not with the everyday jogger or the grocer who always left the avocados out of the bag. I fell in love with my mother and the way she sat on the floor of my room holding each rock from my collection in her palms until they grew dark with sweat. I fell in love with my father down at the river as he placed my note into a bottle and sent it into the current. With my brother who once believed in unicorns but who now sat in his desk at school trying desperately to believe I still existed.

The morning after I killed myself, I walked the dog. I watched the way her tail twitched when a bird flew by or how her pace quickened at the sight of a cat. I saw the empty space in her eyes when she reached a stick and turned around to greet me so we could play catch but saw nothing but sky in my place. I stood by as strangers stroked her muzzle and she wilted beneath their touch like she did once for mine.

The morning after I killed myself, I went back to the neighbors’ yard where I left my footprints in concrete as a two-year old and examined how they were already fading. I picked a few day lilies and pulled a few weeds and watched the elderly woman through her window as she read the paper with the news of my death. I saw her husband spit tobacco into the kitchen sink and bring her, her daily medication.
The morning after I killed myself, I watched the sun come up. Each orange tree opened like a hand and the kid down the street pointed out a single red cloud to his mother.
The morning after I killed myself, I went back to that body in the morgue and tried to talk some sense into her. I told her about the avocados and the stepping-stones, the river and her parents. I told her about the sunsets and the dog and the beach.

The morning after I killed myself, I tried to unkill myself, but couldn’t finish what I started.

By Meggie Royer.

Flashback Friday

imageTime sure is flying fast at the moment, can’t believe it’s Friday already. Where did that week go and what a crazy week is was. Think I’m about ready for some normality, can’t see that happening any time soon though, it really is all go here and exhaustion is starting to play havoc with what I wish to do and what I can do but with major work starting hopefully next week on my humble home and hospital appointments one after the other and the summer holiday starting next week, I can’t see rest happening any time soon but hey isn’t that what life’s about, living.
So this week has been totally crazy, from hospital, creativity, police, everyday chores too fun-filled weekends. It’s been a rollercoaster of a ride. Mostly good apart from my little cousin having his 125 motorbike stolen.
I guess you can’t have the good without the bad, anyway as the clock is ticking and my day is getting away with me, I will get on with it and share a post from this time last year. I was going to share a different post with you but with all the horrific news that we woke to this morning, it just doesn’t seem right to post it.
I really don’t know what this world is coming to but my heart is full of compassion for all the family’s, friends and loved one who have had their life’s ripped apart in the terror attack in Nice. My heart goes out to you all. ❤️


Is it wrong
To miss you this much?

Is it wrong
To love you this much.

Is it wrong
To want you in my life as much as I do.

Is it really that wrong
To hope that one day, I will see you.

Is it wrong,
To want to hold you, love you, care for you and love you some more.

To me it’s not wrong, it feels deep within my soul, that I’m meant to be with you, loving you, every second of every day.

Fire in our hearts

imageWhen writing the story of your life, don’t let someone else hold the pen.
Make conscious choices every day that align your actions with your values and dreams. Because the way you live each day is a sentence in the story of your life.
Each day you make a choice as to whether the sentence ends with a period, a question mark, or an exclamation point.
Don’t be pushed by your problems. Be led by your dreams. Live the life you want to live. Be the person you want to remember years from now. Make decisions and act on them.
Make mistakes, fall and try again. Even if you fall a thousand times, at least you won’t have to wonder what could have been. At least you will know in your heart that you gave your dreams your best shot.
Each of us has a fire in our hearts burning for something. It’s our responsibility in life to find it and keep it lit.
This is your life, and it’s a short one.
Don’t let others extinguish your flame. Try what you want to try. Go where you want to go. Dream with your eyes open until you know exactly what it looks like. Then do at least one thing every day to make it a reality.
And as you strive to achieve your goals, you can count on there being some fairly substantial disappointments along the way. Don’t get discouraged, the road to your dreams may not be an easy one. Think of these disappointments as challenges.. tests of persistence and courage.
At the end of the road, more often than not, we regret what we didn’t do far more than what we did.

Your story

imageHow have you written your story so far?
Have you put your thoughts and words to positive use?
Did you create your own happiness or lost your purpose through the way of living somebody else’s happy life?
There will be a distinct few times in your life when all your instincts will tell you to do something.. something that defies logic, upsets your plans, and seems completely crazy to others.
When this happens, sit quietly and listen to your intuition.
Let your instincts take over and ignore everything else.
Ignore what you’re “supposed” to do, ignore the odds, ignore what everyone else wants you to do, and just go for it.
If you don’t risk anything in life ..you risk everything.
And you can’t always wait for the perfect time. Sometimes you must dare to jump.
Sometimes all you need is twenty seconds of insane courage. Twenty seconds of uncomfortable bravery.

Those are the things…..

imageA new day..one more chance to live..to smile..to experience..to be happy..To cry..to survive..! To make the best of it ..to make it happen no matter what..!

We all have to do hard things to be happy in life. The things no one else is doing. The things that frighten you. The things others can’t do for you. The things that make you question how much longer you can hold on and push forward.

Those are the things that define you.
Those are the things that make the difference between existing and living.. between knowing the path and walking the path.. between a life of mediocrity and a life filled with happiness and success.

You are……

imageLet your life, heart and soul run through your veins, and let life grow your mind.

For you are the books you read, the films you watch, the people you meet, the dreams you have, and the conversations you engage in.
You are a combination of what you take from these.

You are the sound of thunder, the breath of fresh air, the brightest light and the darkest corner.
You are every memory, every hope and every dream.

You are your own novel, written by your hand, the words flowing from your heart.
So let yourself drown in a sea of knowledge that you feel, dream and conquer.