A sensible reaction from the streets

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I came to this city seventeen years ago from Scotland, this city has always been a home for me.

This city is a community. I don’t care who you believe in or where you are from. This city is for everyone and we all need to rally around today and show support. they want to divide us don’t they? they want us to turn on our neighbours and that will never happen. Not here.

…..I’m going to stay in town today and i’m going to walk around and smile at people, that’s all i can do…..
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i can’t upload this clip, but it’s from the BBC and well worth listening to in full. Guy in a pale blue shirt. Watch it. Fabulous.
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May

This month there have been a few conscientious decisions made that have made a deal of difference to my daily life and at hardly any cost to myself.
So here goes, with a hope that it reminds me as much as gives pause for thought to anyone else:

* Sunshine is to be captured, so i have taken every single chance to sit, stand, walk or work in Any available sunshine!

* Given the chance of walking beside greenery or along grey roads, i have chosen the green option….safety permitting.

* My internal monologue sometimes sinks, so as an antidote i have taken to consciously noticing my surroundings. The small and apparently insignificant as well as the obvious and grand.

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* Eating processed food on a regular basis is not agreeing with me. So without creating a matrimonial scene i’ve decided to eat what i want, when i want, at the times when i have responsibility for my own food. I feel heaps better!

* Communication is a two way street, even if they are family or close friends. There is no point in keeping myself awake half the night worrying my socks off over unimaginable nonsenses. I’ve gave that up for Lent and NOT picked that particular bag up again afterwards.

* Life is short. Events of the past few years have taught me to treasure each and every day. Therefore…i am not going to fill any more days with matters that drive me bananas, unless i am being paid for it AND i have the choice Not To Go Back There Again!

* Life is short….etc etc etc….therefore i might very well choose to fill my days with matters that bring joy and delight to my soul and that make me smile. Thank the Good Lord Above, my fella agrees with me, even if he doesn’t exactly share my delight in ….oh….choral evensong was the last occasion.

 

And when i forget all this stuff…….?

Yeah, it usually ends up pretty much like this!

 

 

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April

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Our life is getting a tad more crowded than we had planned for 2017 to be at this stage. So one way of winding down has been to make things; stuff that can be used, handled, held and considered as my days unfold. A new purse was called for as the previous one finally gave up and this wool kinda called out to me from the bottom of a charity shop box. And there was a question over the solitary earring….. they look quite good together, i think?

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I’m a tactile kinda person, there is no earthly use my having a diary online… dear me no, got to be able to hold it in my hands. So earlier on in the year i arrived early for a course, settled myself in a cosy armchair, with a good view, decent cup of tea, pair of scissors, sellotape for covering the final object, glue and a pile of magazines and freebies. The end result is pleasing ( well for me anyway!),  has started many conversations and ensures that i am where i ought to be with + with the correct clobber…..

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Slowly, I’m reclaiming the small things about living which bring pleasure and simplicity. Working with my hands, both for pleasure and also for necessity in work, is bringing a degree of peace …..and dare i say it, tranquility too.

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In other areas of life the home smells of tea tree oil, is draped about with drying washing and the dog paw bled all over the living room floor this week, shortly after the cat threw up over the kitchenish area…….

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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!

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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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