So did that work for you?
When you did that?
Over the past few weeks (months even), I’ve been somewhat burdened – life stress mounting and not always knowing how to handle situations. A general feeling of being overwhelmed perhaps is the right choice of words.
This evening I was challenged by the irrepressible Erika (I’m Free) to see the positives. (Which I must add I try to do as a practice, though the heavy feeling inside of me still persists).
Not five minutes after reading her message and thinking on it, a very sweet lady sitting next to me on the bus turned and thanked me for sharing my seat with her. I was sitting on a “one-seater” at the front and moved up to make space for her. She said it was very kind of me, and she really appreciated it. It was my stop soon after, and she waved and smiled at me as the bus drove past. She smiled with such a sweet, kindly smile it was impossible not to be touched.
A small moment proving again a higher power is at work.
Today I’m on fire. I’ve had a slow cooker cooking today, and this evening I put one of the hot plates on by mistake. Not realizing the cord of the slow cooker was on the plate. My laptop power tripped and when I looked towards the kitchen, I saw red flames. My reaction was a bit delayed. I stood looking at the fire thinking to myself, there’s a fire. In slow motion. Now what? Okay, calm. Fire. Calm. Put. Out. Fire.
I grabbed a tea towel and fortunately the fire was small enough for me to put out with a tea towel.
My reaction was very similar to a time when my daughter aged three, nearly drowned. She was submerged, and I was two swimming lanes away from her. My mind went into slow motion. Daughter. Underwater. Drowning. Save daughter. I waded across calmly and yanked her out. Just in time.
Dinner is nearly ready?
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Clean Slate.”
The person who lives in my bedroom has no regard for tidiness. Beside the bed is a little lamb standing on top of a gift box. With a tub of authentic African ointment promising to cure any dry or burnt skin ailment next to it. There is also a decorative wooden stand declaring proudly “Mum – a mother’s love is forever”, adorned lovingly with gemstones in front of it, placed there by a loving daughter.
A pile of half-read books stands guard. Consisting of a collection of poetry books, inspirational, short stories, autobiographies and two Maeve Binchies. They all have bookmarks marking the last page read.
And right in the middle of the room is the most comfortable bed ever. It is not too soft nor too hard, but just right!
Good night xx
I woke up this morning and the time included the date 4th of July.
I’ve never wished anyone a happy 4th of July before, because for us in the Southern Hemisphere, it is just another winter’s day. Do people wish each other a happy 4th of July? Peace and love? I am on the outside looking in, but just to say I wish you all the best. Thank you to those who have shown me so much kindness. And be safe.
Xx
I loved you
For all the wrong reasons
I loved you perhaps
For the very reason that
I couldn’t have you
You would never be mine
I loved you because
You were so different
To those I had loved before
I loved you mostly
Because my heart overruled
I love you now
If only because
My heart still does
Blank paper
Blinks its virgin lines
Taunting me to defile
An untouched page
Yesterday I wrote about all the qualities I would like my daughter to have. Confidence, leadership, self-esteem etc. And ended my post by concluding that she is everything I am not. I have updated the conclusion to add that I can grow to have those qualities too. If we are alive we are either growing or dying. I am not dead or dying. I can still grow to have those qualities I feel I lack. Truth is, I am stronger than I believe. I had the courage to move my family to a safer country. To leave everything I knew behind. My life, my home, my work, my family, and start a life in a new world. I have had the courage to say no to my children, and discipline them when required. I have the courage to be honest with myself, and I have the courage to grow.
A post I read yesterday took me back a few years. There is only one blogger I know in real life and she is the author of Reaching Meadow Lane.
The person she wrote about in her blog post yesterday was someone who joined our company at a very special time in my life. I was single and had finally accepted my fate. He started in the January of 2001, and his first task was to manage an IT project I had been assigned to. Along with two engineers who had recently joined our company. I remember walking into the kitchen and the manager lamented the fact that he had no “cooking clue” what he was doing in his new role outside of the military. Oh don’t worry about that, I quickly replied, I never have a cooking clue! A quote that stuck!
The four of us worked on the project in the jan, feb and March of that year. The project was successful and the two engineers and myself were given complimentary movie tickets “on the project”. A little match-making, I daresay 😉 Towards the end of March my one colleague started waiting for me in the basement so he could carry my laptop for me. Ha! On the 1st of April, a Sunday, we entered into a relationship. Up until that point he had been trying his best to remain a bachelor. Double ha! Gotcha! The following January we married, and are now living our happily ever after.
Congrats on the news in the US that those who would like to take the step of commitment may now have the opportunity to do so.
Inspired by the following post:
https://reachingmeadowlane.wordpress.com/2015/06/25/military-man-protection/
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Take It From Me.”
This morning I feel insecure. It is a feeling inside that makes me feel like I am not anchored. Like I am floating in the wind. Floating higher when winds are light and breezy, and sinking lower when the winds begin to change. Leaving me deflated and questioning everything about myself.
I try and teach my daughter to be the leader of her life. Possess confidence, self-esteem, be secure in herself, not be subject to opinions of others, to know her own mind. So far, she is all of these things. I was too scared to speak to people when I was her age. I’m still reserved in person. I love having others around me. But am reserved in my interactions. My daughter is confident and self-assured – everything I am not. I can grow to be those things too.
Poems and Petals 