... so long as I am being curious and asking the questions. So long as I am willing to learn and grow.
feelings
Gotta get back up and be propelled forward.
'We gotta get back up.' Lock-down 2020 Feeling lazy Because we can Feeling the slanted sun Warm our skin Feeling hazy A drifting plan Feeling out of sorts Dragging us back. Lock down 2020 Put a spanner in the works For us. We all Want to say it, "It’s inconvenient, Frustrating Aggravating 'Disgruntlelating,'" … Continue reading Gotta get back up and be propelled forward.
Victorian crafting Series with Ellie: Bon Bon Boxes (and Gift boxes)
In the end I was very happy to have made the box even although at first I kept thinking, 'I am making a bon bon box for who? I am in lock down - who can I give it to?'
Eating simply, Curried green beans.
Now that I am an older, wiser woman living in the moment
I am tougher and not easily pressured by other people's projections.
Call me a stubborn old woman - but I have become a tough old bean, just being.
Pottering about.
Definition of potter around/about British. : to spend time in a relaxed way doing small jobs and other things that are not very important He spent his holidays pottering around the house/garden. http://www.merriam-webster.com › dictionary › potter around › abo Being busy Being busy is often a response to not knowing what to do … Continue reading Pottering about.
When you are stuck at home.
Still your worried mind; breathe in deeply and make a conscious effort to get in touch with Peace. Ask Peace to be your friend as you go through these trials.
I am on fire: breast surgery recovery.
They say 4 – 6 weeks recovery time. I am glad someone cautioned me that in reality it takes a body much longer to recuperate to normality.
We are like two sides of a coin: creative exercise.
You will need
paper, pen/pencil or crayons and time to yourself.
African trip, Facing my foibles, day 2
It was a steep learning curve setting up camp in the half dark not knowing where anything was: you could hear my very ill-tempered mutterings from within the lug-boxes, 'I can’t find anything'... 'where are the matches?' as I frantically waded through eating utensils, pots and food.
The question was: One or two breasts.
I was eager to know about the procedure of the implants as it would help me make up my mind about the mastectomy of the 'healthy breast.'
