Saturday, 23 July 2016

Others in agony ...

... for once I was strong enough to read others sorrow in much and many today ... behind the facade of life ... 

always in such and much and sometimes only either taking stock, or going through something like a emergency C section yourself, did a lot of women at that time, I never knew had had one themselves, Who came forward in their experiences. Those who did not have the hidden neat scar of today too. The way forward in progress in that operation alone, those many experiences ...

On the oncology ward and in a hospice, not the once either. Many times. And my own biopsies. The experience of few ... the commaradery of many ... 

Either silence, all knowledge without prompts or when you experience it yourself... 


Thursday, 21 July 2016

smooth in the rough

in the focus to come back to the now ... the anger within that surfaces at times ... The trial through times. The look back, the experimenting with some new ways of editing those photos ... 

And at some stage, compiling into some virtual works of one kind or another ... rather like the physical photos ... those things we do not always get around to do. 

Tuesday, 19 July 2016

With the fairies today

all a muddle in thoughts ...This will not hold me back ... the annual bills of other than the tax year to review ... This is the first year since, I have taken more notice of these ... And of course still in the throes of some of those other necessaries. And the contractions in the words in confusion, for anyone.

Sunday, 17 July 2016

The client

that I inadvertently became 


On another's time 


This is a very absorbing subject. There is much on this too. In my experience I have had a very varied time in the professional intimacy, beyond the words in those theory papers. 

It is no different to all those other medical appointments one has. The dentist who looks in your gob, breathing over you, albeit through a mask these days. The eye test where you can smell, what they had for lunch. Yes, a very interesting time indeed. 

Those testy moments on the first meet. The ones who lay the boundaries, before you utter a word. The ones who sit down in a more relaxed level with you. The old school, the bear hugs, asking permission first. The getting in a car with many different personnel at one point. 

That normality of getting in those different cars. One example of going to a place, to get out and about to have a pot of tea and sharing a plate of toast. And then the abnormality, in the high probability, in never seeing that person again. 

It was as surreal, as in my surreality. The passing of much in patronising, boundaries, the obvious, the silent, and more. The usual in that for their ways. For me a disjointed time in my own own social concept, lost in the muddle of a mess. The grappling with life back, that none could do for me. 

I had to do it myself. The connection with strangers, in one sided times, the going through the motions, so lost on so much ... 

And how do you connect to people who say they could never not drive. Or are so rigid. The passing of inadvertent words in times mad, sad and bad ... 

The worst when someone is elsewhere and they fade off into a world of indifference and not actually listening, within your time. 

The NHO used to have a side kick of a youngster on their training program, visit me.  They eventually did not shadow. They would be texting while a client poured out their heart. They were let go. 

The more time passes. The less I would like to do, what I originally thought of in a vocation. I am glad I did not rush into anything too, too soon. 

We are all capable of not listening or inadvertently saying something. The trouble now, I will know more how it feels. 

Friday, 15 July 2016

Muddled mind

these days last ... nothing entirely new in that ... only when you attempt life in anew, a bit of a fumble 

..a lovely sister and daughter with their new hair colour respectively, with a new classic bob style for daughter ... The classic style variation that a trade mark of mine ... consequently my own mum again remarking on how alike etc etc etc 

I was looking like my Mum's own Mum last Spring sitting waiting in a Cornish kitchen for a sister, to go out. I had on my red hat ... On first wearing that I too realise the reflection staring back at me was of my Nan ... she sat waiting with her hat on, too. 

The fact I am looking in a mirror to check my make up ... before going out to somewhere special ... that is progress. 

The basic make up I have gradually drawn together again from scratch ... The favourites in all those secrets I used to do ... the summer glow in the winter months ... my shimmers and shine where it be or not 

The hair decs myself ... over the years ... My accessories all in rotation until that part of life was squeezed out with it all 

My latest needle related pattern is a start back to my way of style ... the multi tasking while waiting for the updates or heavy traffic times on these devices ... The adjustment with daughter from one type to another ... I do love the hub on the old device ... 

I knit while awaiting things again ... A slinky top in cotton for summer, may be lined up. But first I am attempting the slink for the season next in its simplicity, it should be ready by then .

Tuesday, 12 July 2016

Mission on planet dozy ..

hem instead seam ... word check ... labels ... countless others too. The biggest impact is actually doing. For that alone is a goal in itself. 

The doing .... done ... and doing ... to do ... 

the familia motto ... 


Monday, 11 July 2016

Restoring ... restorative

reason in restlessness... It is quite understandable with the loss and change in life again ... the mass waves of grief major, compact in a short space of time ... Those well documented stages in grief ... I must be at the end of one ... In the middle of another and the start of the latest... 

And that is not including the natural feelings as the nest empties. The great chunks of time amiss. The ginormous gaps in documents that created a path of difficulty in life with paper and ID ... 

Monday, 4 July 2016

The flap of the letterbox

and yes it was the mischievous imps outside ... Their exploration in this that moves or echo through the pipes ... 

The behaviour outside no worse than mine ... especially in the early days when I was running wild ... now I am the one that looks out to those that come in ... smartly dressed or in casuals ... The doctors the nurses the support the ones who stay and chat the ones that fly before time, the ones who look noticeable. The ones who make an excuse for the use of the bathroom. The tread with care. The neighbours must think I am doing good business .... 

Sunday, 3 July 2016

Thoughts turn

to travel again ... A destination sought to visit some place near Daughter on the next trip ... We are now striving for that catch up lost in something new each time ... be it cuisine, place or building ... Or a walk to explore further the beauty in the industrial bottle kilns of neighbouring counties ...

Saturday, 2 July 2016

the circles

and mish mash of time in functioning worth of the paper confetti in my abode ...

Friday, 1 July 2016

Immersed and smothered

thyself in images, words, movies and my late husbands scents that are still available... Smell a potent memory let alone in deep loss of another who walked the moon for thou