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.

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.