Those suffer as we speak

... this time in time ... makes one grimace and smile all at once... 

Those who have not one person to care about them; could already tell you life is a shambles at times in this time of change for all 

a little away

with the fairies today...

The statement again from family banter; I must spend a lot of time with 'em 

The day after the Monday before ... 

The day a sister started the next recuperation phase of an operation, with the commencing of working from home ... This meant we caught up for an evening stroll out for  a gentle stretch of the legs along the riverbank. The various activities in the fact the park and playing fields are sited here. Tennis, cricket and bowls for starters. The same in any town, the runners and dog walkers, too. 

Dazzling boggle ...

in reflections of nature and unearthing inside the mind... a destination to plan of fathoming out those natural harbours, hamlets, coves, caves, falls and lagoons that have the brilliance of being in far off lands, hidden within the Kernow county. The insiders view to the beauty within our country, and indeed the places that mean much to me in not just my favourite county, the various pockets travelled in these lands here.

The knowledge from seasoned travellers and then my own experience. When you travel to over familiar landmarks, for example I have seen the magnificent photos of my late father trips afar. The flip side to tourism, lets say I would prefer off the beaten track. 

Just like our honeymoon, and many holidays of types. And again I am currently looking at places one would not think immediately as a destination. The adventure trying to emerge in the darkest recesses of a killed mind ...

Hard slog in days

certainly travelled afar ... without going out today ... a reprieve in my feet doing the work ... 

I was able to work in shift in busmans style holiday ... The mind boggling task of attempts in thy strategy ... 

Back to a church

no wedding this Saturday ... time with Dad again, this on his birthday ... the walk here in reverse, the light and views different. Time just with Mum today. My sis with her friends, one over from Australia who opted to live there. Their periodic catch up moments. 

A would be birthday

of our late Dad ... The last time here when he had just arrived home from hospital. Today it will be just be Mum and myself. My sister off on a trip with a friend from college days to meet a fellow friend over from down under ... 

a picture book photo

Where I am not ready for storytelling ... tales too dark and brooding ... 

I know where I like the sting to go ... 

in realisation

up and down lanes 

along trails, with views a plenty in the summer of drizzle ... a little tanned, on skin not used to light for a while, the long start to hone the tone for a supple life in movement. The time on from the rust and dust of those who forgot us ... my daughter who too is swimming and cycling with the freedom in a movement of life without the complex forgotten needs ... that we both can at long last now have ... at a cost to us beyond words ...

What May bring ...

Shades and shadows within.

Tides turn in 

a distant beat.

Thy absent heat

where cold resides 

the love that was to die 

Friday in Difference

here there and everywhere 

Though the thoughts walking along a Cornish Lane are interrupted by others greeting you. The difference in areas within a country. I ate welsh cakes bought in a city, on the way to the West Country. I am surrounded by the localities delicacies in different. My mind tis not there or here. The bottles of scrumpy. The saffron cake. The dialect. The accent. The grumpy driver. The rumpy men whose eyes are elsewhere. I am in a different county. My mind is still ticking over the needs of an environment more conducive and in place for functioning as I am here, is there. 

A very surreal time ...

Dog-rose

while I was out ... sometimes that is the case ... I went and sat in the rec ... I proceeded in attempts to notice the hedgerows ...  

I was rewarded with the various colourful arrays of the wildflowers this time of year. 

I struggled with my concentration. And attempted to occupy my far away mind, by taking my requisite photos. This to remind me of this town, where I spent some of my time in early widow hood, after time here as a family. 

Where most take it for granted with being outside. I am seeing my pictorial progress in these days out. 

My meadows, dales, copses, woods, forests, parkland, river trails, tracks, fields, footpaths, cliffs, getting lost, with the various activities we did in the Guide movement. The walks with an Auntie in Devon and other various relatives in varied scapes over the years 

Playing in the rock pools and sand dunes. The chalk downs in my birth county. And all those games we played. All revisited in working within the home. 

And again more recently all the above and moor. The many and varied terrain visited already post crisis. I have even played table tennis badminton and more ... 

And plans for a six mile walk. The trips in the planning with our daughter to new far away places ... 

Appointment rooms

here are not so cosy as some, and better than others

After the way hubby died, I now detest them ...

Sacrifices in the making

... now a time to ease the mind. The impact of time past hard. There is more to come. For now time out ...  

In time

a maze of flickering light ... 

a movement from a shadow

a view in little less bright

a heap of fine in line of sight

a time where there was no fight 

The passage incline,

the mountains ascended, 

the home tended, 

thy now intended, 

 broken heart mended, 

no one depended, 

me myself and thine, 

none to decline, 

when out of  ine, 

stunning in passed, 

this not last, in thy blast. 

A lot in tandem

this week ...

A lot of new things happening besides inside the home of change. The life outside to change, too. And new things to deal with. This is an interesting juncture in time. New homes. New journeys. New deeds. A operation or two to improve the quality of movement in an hand and foot. And time spent with kin to say a final goodbye. And a hello, I hope to new walks a few while my sister recuperates. Along with a bit of another busmans break ... 

But first to get my head around new websites in furthering my application process ... I started in dribs and drabs to self ease the newness in life of continuing change here and elsewhere ... 

today the messy mind

of a good kind

from photos I find

lain in dust and dark.

The music restored too
leaving its mark,
while I embark
in life anew, with more a spark..

The ease a tad back in

this life...

I was a little overwhelmed today. The functions that have appeared even more this last month alone, enhances the improvements of a mind too. 

That that so was lost on those officials, over that festive period, past ... 

One December day, a PM, a roof over the head to organise, a funeral, a three month wait ... a four day clear, a seven month wait ... 

A flood or few, finances taking a year plus to settle. 

A thumb injury out and about ... a very bad fall ... several others including ending up in the lap of a stranger ... another property stuffed to the rafters to gut ... a dying Dad ... several deaths later ...

... many lapses in the care from a multi agency meeting in the Autumn, before the Winter Day that was to change my life ... 

... later  ... 

... A much more of a life style change in progress finally ....