The sun is shining. The sky is blue. The clocks have gone forward and it’s officially Spring. This puts a smile on everyone’s face!
It’s also Mothering Sunday. A day where you go on Facebook and see a newsfeed filled with people showing love, honour and gratefulness to the wonderful people they get to call ‘Mum’ in their life. Controversially, I have mixed feelings over the whole notion but please don’t shoot me down in flames yet! I will always be in favour of honouring people full stop. In fact I truly believe that every single person walking the Earth, no matter what their story, has something within them that is worthy of being honoured and celebrated. There are so many people that go about everyday life, sacrificing things daily, working hard and giving the best of themselves to their families who would say that’s just what you do, it’s nothing special, it’s just a part of life. But life is hard, struggles are real and everyone deserves their moment where they feel truly loved, appreciated, and valued for what they bring to the table and what they give to others. Continue reading
I am currently sitting in my lounge, in my pyjamas, snuggled under a blanket with a glass of red wine. The fire is on, the candles are lit and the fairy lights are twinkling on the tree. The house is clean and tidy, the food shopping has been done, the gifts are wrapped and nestled under the tree, and for the first time in a good few years I am ready to enjoy the Christmas festivities a week ahead of the big day itself. Continue reading
It’s the 1st of July. The first day of a new month. The midpoint of the year. The day we should really be able to say Summer has come. It’s also my parents’ wedding anniversary. Their 44th anniversary to be precise. And, as their daughter I’m incredibly proud of that. Everyday, I class myself as blessed that I was fortunate enough for them to become my parents and I love the fact they’ve made it this far together through life. Because life isn’t easy for anyone. Continue reading
It’s the middle of May. How did that happen? How did it get to even be the beginning of May in the first place, when I was planning on posting a blog, and then suddenly go to being the middle of May? Time really does so easily slip away.
I’ve finally found a few minutes to sit down and write. The door is locked, I’m in for the evening, the glass of wine is poured and I’m here. There are two half-written blogs in my drafts folder but they are both for another day. Continue reading
Back in June I wrote a blog titled ‘The Little Things’. It centered around the importance of the little things in life. The things that might be overlooked if you blink, but … if you keep your eyes open and catch them, they can turn your whole day around and make you shine with joy. I believe in the power of the little things.
What I didn’t mention are the big things. The things that fill life up, the things that capture our time, our effort, our passion, our love, the things that inhabit our world on a large scale and if they suddenly went missing, would leave a huge, significant void. Continue reading
Throughout my childhood, I don’t think I ever really thought too much about finding my biological parents, probably because I knew at that time I couldn’t do anything about it anyway. That doesn’t mean I didn’t think about them though. I always wondered things. What did they look like? Did I look like them? What part of my genetic make up came from each of them? Would my personality be anything like them? I would especially think about such questions when I heard my friends at school talking about what they had inherited from their parents, whether positive or negative!
Music. The food of love? Well according to Shakespeare maybe. To me? The food of all emotion full-stop, including love!
I’ve always loved music. Probably one of the biggest influences whilst growing up has been my dad and although we may not have generally shared many of the same tastes, he’s taught me a lot and I’m certain that’s been part of the reason music has had, and still has such an effect on me. He plays the drums and used to play in a jazz band with my great aunt, who is an impressive pianist. I started playing the piano when I was about 7 years old through to being a teenager and for a couple of years also played the flute. I remember going to visit my grandparents and great aunt and uncle and sitting at her piano playing the pieces I’d been learning for pleasure and some for music exams. She’d then play and I’d watch in awe as her fingers danced over the keys!