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There were days when I went home from school whinging about what someone had said or had done.  And if you think of a Mum as being one who would sympathise and say there, there dear, well this wasn’t my Mum. Not that she wasn’t kindness and love itself, it just manifested itself in a different way.  Come home whinging and you were more likely to get knocked over by a feather  than you were to hear anything other than “Don’t accept it.” I never quite saw myself as Neo in the Matrix, being able to stop bullets, because heck he decided not to accept they were real. What do you mean, I would wail, they did say it.  Mum’s response was “We don’t have to accept all we hear, or even all we see.” What?  But it’s real…and I just didn’t get it. This great inability to comprehend how…

My Darling One and friends are currently enjoying something I think is called “the bowls”, daily, incessantly…not quite obsessively…but close. As anyone who knows me, even slightly, can attest to, there is nothing that you could tell me about “the bowls” that I’d be even remotely interested in. Not to offend anyone, but not only do I know nothing about football, be it American or British, I have not a smidgeon of  interest in discovering more. But oh my gosh I felt so sorry for the players, for the huge amount of time they must spend practicing. Being knocked silly on a daily basis didn’t strike me as much fun. I’m sure the rewards are great…but even so.  For those of you thinking…wow she’s so ignorant about football… yep, that’s ‘xactly what I’m saying. But I still get that it must take a lot of practice and that got me…

Sitting, tap, tap tapping…sadly not on my computer as a fantastic new post bubbled from my fertile imagination…just tapping, nonchalantly with my fingernails on the desk, pondering what the heck shall I write about today.  Mind, empty, totally blank, barren of fresh new ideas.  Heck a mind devoid of any ideas at all, let alone any that were fresh and new. And then…I did what I usually do when I’m stuck.  I plonked myself down on my meditation chair.   It’s not really a meditation chair, just a chair I like to sit in if I’m pondering something.  And ponder I did, on the power of  imagination. And how I desperately needed some right here and now. Funny how one thought is a jumping off spot for another.  Imagination is amazing indeed.  I thought of the people I personally know who’ve imagined their life to be better, or richer, or happier. …

If the holiday season stresses you out, or makes you crazy, or overwhelmed this might just be the post for you.  While it’s true that we all live a hectic paced life, made doubly so in this season, it doesn’t mean we have to accept this as our lot. I’m listing three things that have worked for me in the past, and I plan on having them work for me again this year.  Anything to make it easy.  I’m basically a lazy bones and don’t have any desire to work hard to have a good time.  For you fellow lazy souls…follow me.  Everyone else…good luck. 1. Assume. Assume it’s easy.  That you have all the time in the world.  That every time you enter a store or go online the perfect item is available to you.  No money this year?  No matter.  Can you make something, or if you’re  like…

On Thanksgiving day three years ago my mother passed away. I still miss her. She was always there when I needed her.  She came before I called.  She didn’t say much when something serious was happening in my life, or when I was sad, or when I cried, or when I hurt so much I thought I might die.  She was just there with outstretched arms. Loving me. Did I remember to thank her?  If I did, it wasn’t enough. It could never be enough. She gave up her life for three months to stay with me during my late husband’s illness, without a murmur, without a sigh.  I didn’t ask, she just came. I never had to do anything to deserve her love.  She loved me because I was her child. Despite the teen years when I must have caused her pain, despite my moving half way across the…

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