#WordlessWednesday

Wearable, not wild

Wild Wednesday

Yep it was a wild Wednesday. Although technically it hasn’t been confined to Wednesday. It’s been going on now for a while.  Reading between the lines in Smoke and Mirrors I was obviously ready to try something “wild”.  What was I thinking?

An Apple a day…

I ate an apple today. It was cold, crisp and slightly sweet. Not at all like the apples of my childhood lunch box where they were warm and soft. The number of times I carried the same apple to and from school is probably fairly high. A work conversation from two school lunch packing dad’s let me know that this sort of thing is still going on. But back to my apple.

It’s ok not to be ok…

I’ve been “lucky”. The starring role has always evaded me and the supporting role, while not comfortable at all, is where I have experience.

But wait…

But wait – it’s #BellLet’sTalk day so just a quick post to talk about how important it is to address self care and mental health.

Too often it’s the elephant in the room and people just feel like they don’t have a choice. So they live with anxiety, depression and in pain emotionally. The pandemic has been extremely difficult for so many on a lot of levels.

Reach out. Call, text, email or emoji a friend or family member. Tell them you are there. Show them you are there by being there. Keep connecting. Keep trying even if it feels hard. It’s harder for them. Give them a piece of your heart.

Stay safe and stay kind.

HUGS.

Bernie

It’s like that song…

It’s like the Lamb Chops song — the one that goes on and on. You know – this one! Did you go listen? It’s an ear worm for sure but kind of cute!

Mindfully

The wind flashes over the golden leaves and wafts the smell of supper under my nose. The endless flyby of migrating geese fill the ears with the sound of loved ones keeping in touch. The sun has lost its warmth as evening creeps closer but for now the golden hour holds sway. The harvest sounds have faded around the valley and everywhere there are naked fields. The cows are moving on out to find their favourite morsels to munch on before bedding down for the night. I sit on a hard cold stone step; one built with skill, persistance and love.

Tuesday’s colours

There seems to be some confusion in the googlielands (picked up that word from Pluto the dog) about the significance of today.

Music to my ears

His words were like music to my ears, the double meaning clear as a bell in my head. His touch was light and sure and I relaxed into the experience. Now, before you think I’ve started writing Harlequin romance novels, let me explain.

B+ *A New Tribe*

In January I gave myself a D- report card but my physio gave me a big fat F for my fitness level. I ended that post by repeating what my husband said “only you can change that.”

Then three things happened in