March

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Discovered whilst seriously mooching down in that kinda odd space between Oxford Rd and the University.

Gorgeous.

 

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Slightly less so was the open drug dealing half a mile south of here. But it wasn’t quite so cool with an obviously GrannyType nosing around though, so they packed up and left.

Leaving me to continue my wanderings…… and find that lovely back yard garden above!

Joy.

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February’17

 

Long overdue and thank you. This one will run……

 

 

Backstory: After years of being trapped by the cyclic habit of pleasing others and hiding her pain, she wanted to literally and figuratively turn herself inside out.

” I sing for the the relentless, vulnerable, and the brave.”

 

Aaaaand, it’s starting……

 

 

 

Invited ….

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Thoughts…. far more expertly expressed than i could ever manage……

http://www.pipwilson.com/2017/01/understanding-donald-whats-so-good.html

I’m struggling to work out my own responses to the President of America, not that it should really affect me as i’m not American and am highly unlikely to ever go to the states.

But Pip’s reflections here Really Hit The Mark

(i think)

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In haste, i’ll get this properly sorted….. later.

Mid-Jan, ’17…..

….and life has had a bit of a shake.

 

Nothing tremendous. No shocking explanations. Everything might look , well almost the same.

Only it’s not.

 

Priorities have been kicked about a little.

Family really is coming first and starting with me.

It’s the only way to go and it’s taken a while to get here.

 

Today’s specific choice was to drop into (and spend some time in) a large, open, Catholic church in our city centre.

That was a GOOD choice and might well be prioritised again.

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Ireland

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……..i’ve visited Ireland!

+ tbh i have ONLY visited because the most recent (and very gorgeous) grandchild lives there and i hadn’t met him yet.

Where to start?

Well there is the confetti like scattering of dwellings….

The steady stream of ruins…..(mostly churches)……

Homes with no roofs are common place……..

Land is all………..

The beauty, which is at every turn, is positively intoxicating……

……and were i twenty years younger i would go and live there In A Heartbeat.

 

But i’m not.

So i won’t.

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In this anonymous space i can say……

….that i have just shrunk two, woollen, long, gorgeous jumpers that my beloved husband bought back (this week) from his travels in the south of our country.

 

In my defence……(slight)…..tiredness played a part.

 

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So

Am i cross?

Upset?

Amused?

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Those emotions (as yet unidentified) are galloping around my entire body!

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