Like A Little Canine Pal

I have a relationship in my life – a friendship – with someone I am very very fond of. Recently, I was at a dinner with Jack and some other guests we have known for many years…and my friend (who I believe had drunk a couple of glasses of wine at that point) began talking about me.

She said about me:

“She’s like a little canine pal – totally loyal, always pleased to see me, will let me say anything without over-reacting, and is always happy to go out for a walk.”

I was a little baffled at her description…but I think it came from a kind place. Jack has been teasing me about it ever since.

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Looking Forward To Seeing You Soon

When I was around twenty-six, I lost one of my best friends to cancer. She was a role-model, as well as a huge source of encouragement and advice. I was heart-broken when she became ill and deteriorated so rapidly.

This year, I will turn the same age as she was when she died. I have been thinking of her a lot recently. I have been thinking of what it will be like to welcome her back to life.

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Clean earth…without war, without crime, without terror – what a wonderful home, a safe and beautiful home, to welcome back our loved ones. I am yearning to see my very lovely friend (and a long long list of loved ones) again. My heart throbs with the prospect of that joyful period in human history ahead.

Chipped Confidence

I have felt a little wobbly at work lately. I think it is just tiredness and being a bit run down – my nose has been all sniffle sniffle for a couple of weeks. But I feel as if for some reason my confidence has been chipped. I am not always certain I made the right decision.

As a result, I have been noting down every decision I have made that I am not really 100% sure of so I can check them with a senior colleague at toms point.

I need more rest. I need to regain some confidence in my decision making process.

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Words That Can Lift My Heart

Over the past few weeks, I have been explaining the contents of my MENTAL HEALTH FIIRST AID KIT. I have looked already at:

…and this week I am considering the effect of words!

Whenever I have been through a challenging time, a period when stress is overwhelming or my spirits are very low, I have to admit one of the things that annoys me most is cliches. In addition, I have been through stages when I had become so vulnerable due to chronic emotional exhaustion, that a powerful saying could have a dramatic impact on me.

I tried to explain this latter phenomenon when I wrote about sailing and tacking in the Annabelle Riley series. I was like a boat at times (or a car) that was told by someone else, “look, you are doing things the wrong way, you need to do this instead.” In my vulnerable state, I would effectively try a handbrake turn, drastically pursuing the advice of the person that had given me their wise words, and then finding later down the line, that it was not working. As I became more stable, I realized that with regards to most well-meaning advice, it’s a matter of tacking, or making more minor changes, to make some progress in accord with the prevailing winds, but never forgetting your destination.

Yet there are some sayings that I have carried in my heart, and they do cheer me up on rainy days, or when I know I am starting to feel overwhelmed by a challenge.

These are two of them:

They might not register with you particularly, and that is the thing about inspirational sayings, they are going to be something very much unique to you. So when you are preparing or updating your MENTAL HEALTH FIIRST AID KIT, choose wisely.

As for encouraging articles….well, nowadays, some of the articles or stories I have read over the years and drawn huge encouragement from, I can hardly remember where I originally read them. But I have written about some of them.

I like the stories that impart power. The first story helps me to see that often we are treated harshly, without love, and than can have a profound impact on our esteem and wellbeing. But when we understand how precious we are, it is energizing.

I liked the second story, it does highlight how ridiculous the world economic system is.

I have picked some sayings and stories that have impacted me, and they remind me of who I am and who I am trying to be. Pick sayings and articles that will inspire and encourage you for your MENTAL HEALTH FIRST AID KIT.

To All The Frogs I’ve Kissed Before

I was looking for one of my older posts last week when I came across this poem. I wrote it around three years ago…and, well…it does make me smile!

Frog, Frog Prince, Fairy Tales, Pond, Prince, Crown

It’s time for bed, darkest night once more

The house is silent, there’s not a peep

I’ll close my curtains and lock the door

Keep my eyes tight shut and try to sleep

While around my head dance dreams galore

Tonight you won’t find me counting sheep

Rather, all the frogs I’ve kissed before

That one who turned out to be a creep

And oh the one who was such a bore

But then the frog that I wanted to keep

When he left England, my heart was sore

For my fav’rite frog, a love so deep

I don’t think I’ve ever been so sure

With him I am ready to take a leap

Our bond will last, whether rich or poor

Tears of joy Frog Prince Jack makes me weep

Tell Your Aunt Louise Anything You Please

Jim Adams aka Newepicauthor, the creator of A Unique Title For Me, is hosting SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY and this week he has chosen the theme: COUNTRY MUSIC

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I narrowed down my choice today to three songs – two of them I just love, love, love (songs from Dolly Parton and Tammy Wynette). However, I chose the third song, the one that when I hear it sounds so “country”. I have to admit, it all makes me think of line dancing. Not that there is anything wrong with line dancing.

I am not sure when this song was released, but I do remember it being played on the radio a lot when I was younger. I think it must have had some chart success. The song is “Achy Breaky Heart” from a country singer called Billy Ray Cyrus.

You can tell the world you never was my girl
You can burn my clothes when I'm gone
Or you can tell your friends just what a fool I've been
And laugh and joke about me on the phone

You can tell my arms go back to the farm
You can tell my feet to hit the floor
Or you can tell my lips to tell my fingertips
They won't be reaching out for you no more

But don't tell my heart my achy breaky heart
I just don't think it'd understand
And if you tell my heart my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man

You can tell your ma I moved to Arkansas
You can tell your dog to bite my leg
Or tell your brother Cliff, whose fist can tear my lip
He never really liked me anyway

Or tell your Aunt Louise tell anything you please
Myself already knows I'm not okay
Or you can tell my eyes to watch out for my mind
It might be walking out on me today

But don't tell my heart my achy breaky heart
I just don't think he'd understand
And if you tell my heart my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man

Don't tell my heart my achy breaky heart...
I just don't think he'd understand
And if you tell my heart my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man

Don't tell my heart my achy breaky heart...
I just don't think he'd understand
And if you tell my heart my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man

Written by: Donald L. Von Tress

Why I Take Pictures

I don’t have a smart phone. I have a camera though. I use it to snap memories that I know impact me on a deep personal level. I have photos that lift me up on sad day and make everything alright.

I also take pictures for other people – not just anyone – my nearest and dearest friends, my loved ones, people who I just wish were right here with me. I take photos to share moments that touched me, and I know will touch them.

Now I know that taking photos and sharing them is not an unusual concept -and Instagram have turned it into a mundane lacklustre process. But I was looking at my photos recently, and realized there is a unique quality about them. I have been taking them through my eyes – framed in a way that tells a story.

I am not a great photographer – oh no – but I am learning my own unique language. I need to take my camera out more often though – and take more pictures – and develop this language of photography.


We choose to conceal ourselves, to remain shrouded in mystique, to plant decoys, to send nosey-parkers off in a false direction.

We have learnt the art of living with the security fence of a smokescreen – a barrier that protects our privacy.

Yet, not everybody gets the point. Jack and I – we have a right to feel safe, to enjoy some privacy, to protect things that are special and sacred to us.

Both of us see and work with hundreds…thousands of people, we see many many many faces, and we love them all very much. But that does not mean we have to share everything with everyone. Does it? Jack keeps saying that it will all be fine.

We Have Come So Far!!!

I think I am around four months or so away from this site being five years old. Now I know there are some WordPress users who have been at this malarkey for much longer, and I know there are others who have only recently started out.

I just wanted to say this…when I started out, I was a complete beginner. I knew nothing!! A friend had to set my site up for me and show me the basics. But somehow, somehow…I find myself five years later considering myself as more than a beginner…perhaps a novice, or even a little bit more.

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I know this might sound a little odd that I am celebrating my slow and painful progress, but I am pleased I have learnt so much about how to use WordPress. When the Pandemic began, friends (who had discovered I was writing) asked for help to set up their own site. I have now helped to set up over forty sites….getting my friends started by adding pages (About Me and Contact pages for example and Pixabay images and helping them to figure out all the basics for themselves.

Five years ago, I never imagined that i would be on my way to being a WordPress guru!! lol – what a turn out!

Learner at Love

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