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.

Time to travel could be just what’s needed. Time, that unstoppable, attractive & misunderstood mechanism.

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An open gate. Ever so slightly open, partly closed … depending on how one likes to view it. This gate forms a barrier between spaces, these spaces blend with the ground beneath the gate … level.

We know too well about hunting, we hunt our future, we seek a way to carry our past into our futures. In a way that is soft, sweet & palatable. Serving all ages, stages & steps.

To reflect, to find peace … the feeling of time alone. A snippet of reset to help us on our way with the bags we carry.

The game, the game of life is a scrabble. To find the words, to make them fit.

A short word .. JOY. Life is full of it, although it gets missed, over & over.

We know this, generally we are fully aware that the holiday will end, that great times will come to an end … as nothing is permanent. We associate this phrase with the fabulous bits.

The growing Season is underway … 🤔 maybe. Gardening, the love of it, has to this point evaded me.

When the W word lands in our lives, it’s a permanent addition to life & will remain on our TO DO list, indefinitely.

This picture was our last one all together. Each of us with our own internal battle within our minds, knowing the effort required to have the picture taken, knowing time was running out.

Living life … experiencing the learning, growth & development that comes with life, if we are lucky comes with joy, oh yes…

As we nurture the new week in, with the first morning cuppa, the first thought & glimpse of what shines.

The vision of the road ahead is blocked, by the mountains. They appear unmovable, permanent & take up most of the view. The road appears to end, even fall away.

This week my mind has revisited the day Gareth was diagnosed … the day that life as we knew it was crushed, by cancer.

A new day, the sun is shining. The weekend is unfolding ….

Moan ? Yes, moan … you know, expressing to yourself or others how things are just.. well, urghh. Not perfect, not falling into place or going to plan.