Happy Birthday Mum

Had she survived lung cancer fifteen years ago, it would have been my mother’s eighty~ninth birthday today.

Her fierce pride and controlling nature, combined with aching vulnerability ~ which she held in check until a few large glasses of what she called ‘tonic wine’ lowered her defences ~ had a negative effect on our relationship. Particularly when I was a tormented teenager, trying to figure out my own way through a confusing world.

But having had a girl~child of my own, I’ve experienced both sides of the complex mother/daughter dynamic and long ago came to terms with the volatile nature of my Mum’s personality.

When I was younger you’d often hear me say ‘I love my mother but…’

I just wished that she’d been different. I guess she may have felt the same way about me but about five years before her untimely death we made our peace and when she was admitted to hospital I stood up as fiercely for her rights as she would have done for mine.

Today, with age; wisdom, several sessions of counselling and a great deal of self~help under my belt, I’m happy to simply say, ‘I love my mother.’

And to know, without a shadow of doubt that ~ despite her human frailties ~ she loved me. ❤️


Testing… testing… very very testing!

The day before yesterday WordPress sent me a message, telling me that it’s been over a year since I published a post on this blog. It’s been some time since I felt in the mood for writing but I’m surprised that it’s been that long!

Over the past couple of years I’ve been settling into retirement along with my husband, Martin. This process has taken longer than either of us thought it would and I’m not even sure we’re quite ‘there’ yet. I spent my working life longing to be free from rules and schedules only to find it quite difficult to motivate myself without them!

Days can flow by without anything much happening and, at first anyway, that can be scary. But now life is gradually finding it’s own rhythm and we are both beginning to feel more creative again. So I’ve attempted to redesign the theme to this blog ~ although I’m not entirely sure how successful that has been, so I may have to make a few adjustments once it goes ‘live’.

Since this is the Chinese New Year of the Dog, I’ve spent some time now trying to add a photo of our own little poochie pal, Indie. But I just can’t seem to find it anywhere in my media library, even though I’ve tried to upload it three times.

Hence the title of this post!

Yay! I worked out how to add a photo to my WP Library and insert it here. 😁

Gong xi fa cai!

Nurturing Thursday 110

A Buddhist Prayer for the End of Suffering

May the sound of this bell penetrate deep into the cosmos

Even in the darkest spots

Living beings are able to hear it clearly

So that all suffering in them cease

Understanding comes to their heart

And they transcend the path of sorrow and death.

The universal dharma door is already open

The sound of the rising tide is heard clearly

The miracle happens

A beautiful child appears in the heart of a lotus flower

One single drop of this compassionate water

Is enough to bring back the refreshing spring to our mountains and rivers.

Listening to the bell

I feel the afflictions in me begin to dissolve

My mind calm

My body relax

A smile is born on my lips

Following the sound of the bell

My breath brings me back to the safe island of mindfulness

In the garden of my heart

The flowers of peace bloom beautifully.


Whatever your spiritual beliefs, may you be transported to a place of serenity and hope with this amazing video and exquisite prayer ~ written by Zen Buddhist monk Thich Nhat Hanh and chanted by brother Phap Niem. 



‘Nurturing Thursday’ is hosted by Becca Givens, author of the inspiring blog On Dragonfly Wings with Buttercup Tea. If you would like to learn more about it please visit her site.  


Nurturing Thursday 108


Our house is in the ideal location for Martin and I ~ on the outskirts of the County Town, with all it’s amenities but with two seperate village communities to tap into, (our road actually forms the border between them.) And, although the area has become more built~up over the years, we can still stroll along country footpaths within minutes of stepping through our front gate. Which is excellent for our daily dog~walk and observing nature close at hand:

Yesterday we decided to gather blackberries while exercising our right of way across nearby fields.

According to English folklore you shouldn’t pick these wild fruit after Michaelmass, (which used to be September 29th) the day on which the Fallen Angel Lucifer was cast out of heaven and landed on a thorny bramble bush. He was so furious that he either spat or urinated on them, stamped on the with his cloven hooves or threw his cloak over them, depending on the area in which the tale is being told. In any case they are said to taste awful after that date and eating them is supposed to bring bad luck or make you ill.

Whether or not you believe in this legend, it is true to say that the ones we found yesterday were just on the right side of luscious ripeness, so it was the perfect day to harvest them:

Now they’re washed, drained and frozen, ready for making pies and crumbles ~ comfort food full of nurturing Vitamin C to cheer us over the winter. I kept back a small amount, which I placed in a bottle with sugar and half a litre of spirit, so when Christmas comes we can literally drink the fruits of our labours ~ home~made Blackberry Vodka!



‘Nurturing Thursday’ is hosted by Becca Givens, author of the inspiring blog On Dragonfly Wings with Buttercup Tea. If you would like to learn more about it please visit her site.  

Important Message from Keeper of Sacred White Buffalo Calf Pipe. – Chief Arvol Looking Horse

As my Nurturing Thursday contribution today I am reblogging this important message:


Make No Bones About It


I, Chief Arvol Looking Horse, of the Lakota, Dakota, and Nakota Nations, ask you to understand an Indigenous perspective on what has happened in America, what we call “Turtle Island.” My words seek to unite the global community through a message from our sacred ceremonies to unite spiritually, each in our own ways of beliefs in the Creator.

We have been warned from ancient prophecies of these times we live in today, but have also been given a very important message about a solution to turn these terrible times.

To understand the depth of this message you must recognize the importance of Sacred Sites and realize the interconnectedness of what is happening today, in reflection of the continued massacres that are occurring on other lands and our own Americas.

I have been learning about these important issues since the age of 12 when I received the Sacred White Buffalo Calf…

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