Talking as we feel..

“People don’t really talk that way, you know”… “I know, but they think that way” National Treasure 2004

For those of you who haven’t seen it, National Treasure is a fun, easily watchable film with Nicholas Cage giving one of his quirky comedic performances as a slightly (ok as a totally) obsessed treasure hunter with an impossibly impressive list of qualifications and areas of expertise leading him to solve an intricate national enigma which had confuddled and confounded the best scholars and treasure hunters for 100s of years!

Yep all a bit (ok a LOT) daft but add in a dash of Sean Bean as the baddie and Harvey Kietal’s dry wit as the pursuing FBI agent and I’m happy to watch and while away an hour or so – especially as, in the words of the great Oscar Wilde, “the good ended happily, and the bad unhappily”.

There are lots of little quotes and exchanges of ideas and info in this film that I love, not least the quips from Riley, the comic sidekick, which have me chuckling throughout.

The quote I’ve cited above is the end of a conversation between Ben Gates (treasure hunter extraordinaire) and Abigail Chase (curator of the National Archives) and for me it just captures a truism that often whilst we think passionately and poetically it is so often the case we don’t tend to express ourselves in this way…all too often steering our comments towards uncontroversial tones so as to not risk offence or perhaps to prevent putting ourselves out there laid bare for fear of a critical response?

However, one of the things I most like about blogging is that it’s where we actually do!

There’s all sorts of bloggers here: ones like me who blog about bits and bobs – random thoughts that pop into our heads, those that blog as a diary/journal and there are those that blog with on a particular subject close to their heart – in every case we share our thoughts openly and almost fearlessly and for that I am grateful…I am grateful to have found such an honest openminded space.

In the words of Thomas Jefferson “Honesty is the first chapter in the book of wisdom”…may we continue to each write our own wise stories xx


Fiery joy in the garden…

Riotous fire

Spreads between the calm cool green leaves

Bringing to life the garden with joyful happiness

Loving the garden at the moment: marigolds, snapdragons, nemesia and YES! the Dahlias grew back…soooo happy.

The hydrangea is starting to bloom but not yet showing it’s purple pedigree and the pale pink rambling rose has dropped its petals and I await it’s second flourish which will come soon.

So for now my garden is a fiery mass of yellows and oranges which shine joyfully bright in the beautiful sun.

Be a first rate version of yourself…

I recently came across a wonderful quote by Judy Garland and it got me thinking…

There are over 7billion people on this planet…when we think about it we know hardly any of them…and yet with social media it often feels like we know so many! We see all the wonderful things that others are doing and their lives are always so positive and perfect…it’s easy to think that they don’t have traumas and troubles and bad days because it’s more of a reality that we rarely share these difficulties with the world. We can lose sight of that and see the world as greener on the other side, become tempted into thinking that we should be what and who others are too – but this isn’t so.

We are all unique – we have similar goals to others it’s true, similar ideals maybe and similar passions for sure…but each of us are ourselves and ONLY ourselves – no one else.

Yes, I understand being inspired by others – I am inspired by many people…some whom I know personally and many who are more in the public eye. However, do I wish I was someone else with someone else’s life? No.

Would I like to be able to shimmy like Shakira or move with the elegance and grace of Darcey Bussell for example? Of course! Unfortunately I’ve been blessed with two left feet and the ability to only really pogo on the dance floor or feel at home in a mosh pit! But this doesn’t stop me from getting on the dance floor for a bit of grooving, jigging, jiving and everything in between – I know that I’m not going to be winning awards but I go out, don’t worry about it and just have fun!

Would I like to write engaging, insightful unputtdownable stories like JK Rowling, Harper Lee and Sir Terry Pratchett? You betcha! In my head there are a million stories..I make them up as I walk to work or run along the prom…I use my observations and experiences to create characters and one day, one day, I’ll write some of this down. Until then, they remain the stories of my mind…but I write them every day nevertheless.

Would I like to play rugby like Marlie Packer or run like Dame Kelly Holmes? Damn right I would! …and although I’ve left it very late in the day, and I’m never going to reach their dizzying heights of skill and international representation, I work as hard as I can to push myself to and beyond my limits in these sports…to be the best that I can be.

And that’s it for me…these people inspire me, I aspire to be ‘like’ them, but not BE them…I strive to follow their example of dedication, passion, self belief and determination- to try and be the best in what I do as far as my own abilities will take me.

I don’t wish my life was theirs for that would be to forget the joy and beauty in having my family, my friends, of being in my world. NO! I would not change being me even when it’s tough and even when I have to admit that I can’t dance!

May you too be joyful in being yourself, in being inspired by others but keeping your value of your own self-identify. May you never lose sight of how magnificent you are and can be – and may you always want to be YOU xx

A morning run…

The thought it popped

into my mind and then it pounded

until I agreed

With trainers laced

I stepped out of my comfort zone

and started the run

Mornings are not

my cuppa tea I prefer my bed

and my warm duvet

But off I went

down the road whilst the birds tweeted

happy in their trees

The sun it peeped

from behind the horizon shining

it’s cheery hello

A milkman whistled

as he swung his bottles and waved

As I plodded by

A dog walked

it’s person along sniffing scents of

the wonderous world

My senses calmed

My heart began to sing and dance

and I felt alive

Mowing the lawn shows how your brain works!!

Finally…finally!! I managed to get out there and mow the lawn – it’s going to need another one if not two goes to get it looking good but oh myyy it looks SO much better now it’s had a jolly good trim!

When my husband mows the garden he does so in neat lines. Up and down he goes, methodical, ordered – a very practical approach. He’d probably not get awarded the Wimbledon contract but he certainly always finishes the lawn nicely and makes the job look easy!

Me?? Well, look I tried, I really did, but I found myself mowing a couple of lines then veering off ‘just to get that bit by the shed finished’ then ‘ooh I’ve missed a spot!’ So back over to where I started…I’d get back on track and then something would distract me and I’d be ‘well I’ll just sort out under the Apple tree since I’m here’!!

But hey look, the end result was ok…it’s just that the method rather more chaotic – rather like me!!

This reminded me very of a video I’d been shown about differences between men and women’s minds…it made me giggle- I hope it raises a smile for you too!

Whether you approach your day methodically or via tangents galore…I wish you a lovely day xx

A Spring morning in my garden…

The sun rises and casts its golden light and birds begin their cheerful serenade

The green green grass twinkles with dew and buds are gently coaxed open

I sit with my mug of tea and quietly sip, pondering the day ahead whilst the world around me awakes

I feel at peace

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino…

Spring in bloom is a wonderful thing

The sights, the smells are sweet and fresh

The colours bold, bright and oh so cheery

The birds sing with happiness and energy renewed xx

I feel like my garden is a mess if I’m honest, we’ve badgers who’ve come to stay and are ripping up the lawn and smashing the fence panels; as a result the lawn is SO lumpy and with this ridiculously unsettled weather I’ve not been able to mow it so the grass is long and shaggy and so the garden looks unloved…but it’s not I promise you!

I have recently planted some Lupins and a yellow plant whose name I’ve instantly forgotten (I know I’m hopeless!) – small but with potential! I’ve potted up some pansies and a dahlia and some trailing lobelia …Looking forward to seeing all these bloom!

My camellia and rosemary are growing nicely and I’ve even used the latter in my cooking (I’ve always wanted to use garden herbs in my cooking so this pleases me greatly! 😊). My favourite plants in the garden at the moment are my new Azalea- wow! Hot pink and gorgeous!! and my lilac tree – my dad gave me a small cutting and it’s taken 2 years but look! It’s got buds ready to open…canNOT wait to see the flowers and smell the fresh sweet scent of lilac on the breeze.

Spring is definitely alive in my messy overgrown but oh so very loved garden and the birds they do sing…ding a ding ding xx