Category: questions
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Friday Thoughts…
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can old age be beautiful? Another week is coming to an end, and once again, I am no nearer sorting my life out. I am trying, but somehow, I get thwarted at every turn. The only thing I seem to be good at, is my daily physio, which is at least keeping me mobile. I…
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The Mysterious Nature of Coincidences
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We are coming across more and more coincidences in our family lately. You know the ones I mean, where you have just been discussing something, when literally minutes later, someone will mention this same thing on the programme we are watching. Sometimes, the subject matter is so unusual, you can’t help wondering if something else…
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A Happy Retreat!
I loved this image the first time I saw it, so when I was looking for something suitable this morning, I knew this was the one… I have spent the last two days in various hospital waiting rooms, waiting to learn more about my fate. During one of these appointments, the doctor showed me all…
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Hope Springs Eternal…
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Ever since my world turned upside down earlier this year, I have tried hard not to dwell on wondering how long I have to wait until I return to my usual, fairly fit self. I can be a patient soul, but it has proven difficult to maintain, as I have discovered that I absolutely hate…
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Living Deliberately?
I have literally had dozens of jobs, but none were a perfect fit. Some came close, and I remember being quite successful with some of them. Painter and decorator, upholsterer, dressmaker, craft shop owner. Wedding dress designer, and many office and retail jobs. I have worked behind the counter in the post office, and the…
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That moment… when you think you’re on the wrong train…
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These past months, I have been concentrating really hard on what I thought was the job in hand—getting stronger and finding myself again. Just lately, though, less positive thoughts have been creeping into my head. I do my level best to dismiss these thoughts, considering them detrimental to my recovery. All things considered, I am…
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The Trouble with Progress…
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The Trouble with Progress… … is that it usually tries to be too clever, too destructive. Maybe this is some test, or a defence mechanism? Since I managed to access my kitchen, many doors have opened for me. I can wander out there to drink water or wash my hands. Such small privileges but tremendous…
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Did she fall…
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Or was she pushed? This has always been a question for me, and I would love to know the answer. At 6 feet tall, I know I can’t do delicate. I have always been the proverbial bull in the china shop. But whenever I fall down, why don’t I end up in a heap where…