Most feelings can be summed up in a few short words. Grief, as complicated as it is, can also be summarised with just a few words, looks, gestures.

Feeling happy, smiling, letting go & shining.

To be nominated for an award from the charity that sparked my imagination, fills me with, nothing other than joy. A reminder that the little things bring much sunshine.

Imagine if …. Letting our imaginations run wild, dreaming, planning, creating. Basically this is very simply us - thinking.

The bright side they say … look on the bright side.

Time has literally, gone. Regardless of our internal weather, the season, the temperatures. There simply no adjusting the time setting.

With each passing day, there are more smiles and they change. There’s a difference to the smiles, I’ll never know the full detail.

School years are nearing closure, a full chapter of childhood that has just a few brief paragraphs left to finalise. 📕 Cramming in some final revision, trusting it will just be enough 😊🙃. This little chunk has his English GCSE today.

Our resources, on times get drained. We hang out close to drains, we feel a pull & quickly the effects are felt.

Consumed by fear, sitting alone after loss, surrounded by shoots of growth, a selection of colour.

I adore the seaside, sand, shells … the smell & sounds. It always, without fail simply sets me straight. Irons out the creases, the mess & I’m ready to put on my smile & face whatever needs attention.

We build walls for safety, privacy, protection & to create partitions. This is done inside & outside … of our world & minds. Always in the pursuit of peace. ❤

We each hold memories of all shapes & sizes, some pretty, others grim & grey. They blend together to form what we carry, it’s invisible most of the time. Our treasure chest.

The routine of the morning cuppa. The environment we find ourselves in, dare to put ourselves in.

Noise can be heard and felt, even when all appears silent. In the quietest of times, when calm is performing well, the background noise could be overwhelmingly present. It doesn’t need to be distracting, that’s the loud message.

Set to go, to let go & live. Time doesn’t wait, there will never be enough.

We can do birthday cake differently ? An alternative could be this ? Fresh, colourful, healthy & less heavy.

Our energy comes from hidden sources, it needs protecting.

We want to hold on, tightly. However hard we try , sometimes we simply must let go. That’s how it feels, seems.

Recently, I was given the time to revisit a dark day, period, chapter … where the corner opened up to a path leading to goodbyes & death. Receiving the invite to be a guest on a podcast, filled my joy catcher.