My favourite time of day is bed time. My early bedtimes are becoming special. After a long day at work, I eat, shower and then slip between the covers. Then I let myself dream.
I allow my mind to wander over all things wonderful. I often begin by walking through a garden, a very pretty garden that opens up onto a stunning view of picturesque landscape.
I see my family and friends and others who I don’t know. But they are all smiling and glowing with good health. They are all busy. Picking fruit from the orchard or carving out wooden furniture. They are all busy, but clearly enjoying their work.
I see the sun’s rays dance on the surface of the lake. There are children swimming in the water squealing in delight as tiny fish swim through their fingers.
I see my great-grandmother Sarah. She died before I was ever born. But I heard stories of her when I was a little girl. She was brought back to life forty years after the end of the old system and the beginning of the new. It has been wonderful to get to know her. I will never forget my grandmother’s face when she welcomed back her mother.
My dreams before bedtime are the most wonderful part of each day. I fall asleep with my mind and heart at peace in the knowledge that all of the damage will be undone. I dream of all the wonderful scenes that will take place in our future. Our Creator cares for you and I more than we could ever imagine. All the damage will be undone. Our dreams of a happy healthy life for us and all our loved ones will come true. Our dreams of paradise will be a reality.
These awards are fun…and a great way to support each other’s blogs. I loved Teresa’s questions and am pleased to be able use them in this post. Below are the rules for the “Sunshine Blogger Award”.
Thank the blogger who nominated you.
Use the “Sunshine Blogger Award” logo on your post.
Answer the 11 questions the selector asks of you.
Nominate 5-11 bloggers you want to give the award to.
Ask the following bloggers that you selected 11 questions of your own.
These are the questions The Haunted Wordsmith has asked her nominees:
Which Muppet, Sesame Street, or Jim Henson character is your favourite, and why?
Fraggle Rock is one of the first shows I remember watching. For every obvious reason I wanted to be Red. I loved her to bits!
I can hear the theme tune in my head now that I am thinking about Red. I would love to have chance to watch all of the episodes over again.
What is your favourite time of day?
I think I am going to have to be honest and say BEDTIME. I used to be a morning person. But since I received head injuries three years ago, I wake up each morning with pain in my head. So nowadays, mornings involve a regime of making myself ready able to face the day! And getting through the day trying to ignore that my head feels as if it might split in half at any moment!
I cannot tell you how much I look forward to the celebratory moment I have within myself each evening, The moment when I realize I have survived another day and it is perfectly acceptable to lay my heavy head on the pillow and drift away into sleep. Almost every time I slip into bed, it is just as delicious as it was the night before. Once I am horizontal, it takes me seconds to be unconscious. If it was not for setting two alarms (I have even set a third on days I need to wake up for something important) I am not sure how long I would sleep for. Every now and then I have the chance to go to sleep and not have to wake up early. I can easily sleep for more than twenty hours.
If you were to die today, what would you want for your last meal?
I am going to admit that I have occasionally had the thought that the pain in my head was so intense that it could be my last day. That sounds a bit morbid doesn’t it. I am not a hypochondriac. It’s just that I have been told it was a miracle I survived what happened to me the night I went to the park. I have had several scares since then.
Now, we are not allowing ourselves to dwell on the negative, but I have often had reminders that I must make the most of every day! Life is such a precious gift. And I do…I know it sounds daft, but I have become just a bit more determined to make everyday a bit special. I have occasionally thought to myself…this could be your last meal. I know exactly what it would be…a vegetarian lasagne, with layers of spinach and ricotta cheese (or cannelloni) with a fresh salad and a wedge of garlic bread. I love lots of dishes, but if I could choose, this would be my last meal.
If you could spend 24 hours anywhere and anytime where would it be and what would you want to do?
Does this answer the question?
Star Trek, Star Wars, Doctor Who, or something else?
Oooooh…in moderation I think I could cope with a little of the first two. Doctor Who is a big no I am afraid. My brother used to watch it when I was tiny and it terrified me. I remember very literally hiding behind the sofa with my hands over my eyes. Terrifying. I probably would not find it so frightening now. But I was exposed to it at such a young age, it put me off for life.
Star Wars – hmmm. I kind of like the epicness of it. But there are a lot of very unbalanced characters within it – are there not? I feel like sitting them down with a glass of milk and a plate of cookies and asking them if we can work through their issues together. You know how sometimes parents have to confiscate mobile phones from their teenage offspring. Well, if I were allowed into the Star Wars films, I would be confiscating light sabres until we all learnt to control our hissy fits.
So I guess of the three, it would be more likely Star Trek I guess…which surprises me as I do not consider myself a “Trekkie”. But there are some interesting characters I can respect to an extent. Especially Kathryn Janeway. Finding yourself light-years away from home and having to keep your crew together and motivated to set a course for home. Yeah – respect to her definitely.
What is your favourite musical?
I have seen it on stage at least twenty times. I am not sure I can confess to it being my favourite musical, it’s just on stage the whole thing with the chandelier always excited me. Please don’t tell Goldfinch, but I secretly like it, even though I am sick to the back teeth of having to go and see it with friends who visit London. I don’t think I could sit through it again.
I am probably mad for saying it, but part of me wants Christine to choose to stay with the Phantom. On stage I quite like the number “Masquarade”, but in the 2004 film I loved seeing these three familiar faces perform “Prima Donna”.
If you had to pick a single post written by someone else, what would it be and why?
Ooooooh…so many great posts. Since I have been nominated by The Haunted Wordsmith I would like to share some of my favourites from her site. The first post I ever read by Teresa Grabs, the genius behind The Haunted Wordsmith, was “The Interview”. I love it still.
But what I love about Teresa’s site is that she is a prolific writer. She never seems to tire of coming up with something new and fresh and she consistently publishes fiction that immediately grabs your attention and makes you want to keep reading right to the last word. She is a pillar of the blogging community too. I am sure many would agree with me.
Do you recycle?
Yes…we have to….we would be fined if we did not.
I was actually thinking of taking a photograph of my recycling box at this point…and then I asked myself why on earth you would want to see my recycling box??? Just getting a bit carried away with the pictures for this post.
If you could relive any moment in your life, what would it be?
If it was just one moment I could relive, it would be the last time I saw my ex-flatmate, before the night I was the victim of a crime. I had pressed the button for the elevator and was waiting. The doors opened and he was there on his own. He scowled at me with so much fury. I stepped back. There was no way I was going to be inside the elevator on my own with him. I went out for a meal with friends. Afterwards I did not feel I could return home, because I was scared to see him.
I have often thought about what I would change if I could relive that moment. I am afraid that I really don’t have a clever answer. But it would be something like this. I almost feel I would fall at his feet and I would try to say something along the lines of:
Whatever it is that caused this…it really is not worth it. If there was anything I could do to make this right, I would jump at the chance. Anything…anything I have I would give for there to be peace between you and I.
If you could create anything, what would you create and why?
If I could design and create anything, it would be a shoe that looked elegant and feminine and I could wear with beautiful dresses…but had all the practicality and walk-ability of a pair of running shoes, but was just as comfortable as the snuggly booties I wear during the winter indoors. Aaaaah. Perfect!
What gift do you want most? What gift would you like to be able to give someone?
I don’t really like being given things. Unless they are edible. I have to be able to leave accommodation with short notice and move on to the next and fit everything into a suitcase. So anything that won’t fit, I have to leave behind or take to a charity shop. But I do like experiences. If someone gifted me with horse-riding lessons, a scuba-diving course or a hot-air balloon ride (not on my own though, I would prefer to go with some of my nearest and dearest) I would be very excited.
Hmmm….gifts. I am not brilliant with choosing objects as gifts I have to admit. I always try to find out what a person really wants or likes. If they want a kindle, sure I will buy them a kindle. A gift should be what the recipient likes rather than what you like. I prefer a paper book, to reading from a screen…but blogging involves reading from a screen…so it is growing on me. But to me a piece of technology does not say “I think the world of you…and so I wanted to give you something special”.
There was one gift that I planned for a family we were close to. They were moving away and we wanted to give them a little goodbye. I wish I had a photograph… I will have to describe it to you. So I bought a small wooden chest. I filled it with chocolate coins wrapped in gold and silver foil. We also threw in chocolates wrapped in coloured foil which made them look like gem stones. We put a few shells inside the chest and a toy crab. I used some orange netting from some satsumas I had bought and put a toy fish inside the net. We put an empty bottle inside and we wrote out a farewell message, which we aged with teabags and burning around the edges to make it look like an ancient scroll, rolled up and stuffed inside the bottle. They loved it!
I have often been inspired to organize surprise parties and special tokens for GOODBYES…I find they really pull on my heart strings. Some of my friends have been very moved that I had managed to get so may of their nearest and dearest together without them knowing. For me a GOODBYE is a real reason to get everyone together and show someone how much they are loved and how many people they have touched. Then when they move on elsewhere (and they are bound to face challenges) they know how much they are loved and how many people are rooting for them.