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I started the year scrambling over rocks, squelching in mud, plodging in the freezing sea and walking for days in the beautiful English countryside… Fur-lined, water proof boots and a gazillion layers of snuggly purpleness to keep me warm and dry.

A few weeks ago I climbed Snowdon with my daughter on the hottest day of the year so far.  My big, sensible purple walking boots were firmly attached to the back of my rucksack – and replaced with nice, comfortable flip flops!  Morton’s Neuroma makes it less and less easy to wear my boots, but they’re always there ready.

August is my adventure month!  My time.  A chance to get some serious walking miles under my boots.  A chance to connect, reflect, regenerate, recoup and renew.

But every day throughout the year I try to take a walk somewhere.  Just a few miles.  Just enough to remind me of what is important to me.  Fresh air, exercise, the sights, sounds and joys of nature around us and love, in all it’s guises.

But walking boots are not my only boots.

This weekend was a Blues BootCamp weekend.  A chance to swap the walking boots and flip flops for my dancing boots and shoes.  A whole weekend of teaching, encouraging and nurturing the love of Modern Blues dancing with a fabulous group of receptive and friendly dancers.

I love my boots.  ALL of my boots!

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I have been doing an awful lot of walking recently.  And I have plans to do a whole heap more during the month of August.

Over the course of the month I shall be walking in the Peak District, the Lake District, the South East Coastal Path and Offa’s Dyke on the English/Welsh border.

I plan to see waterfalls and gorges…

To climb mountains and cross streams…

To enjoy nature and wildlife…

To marvel at the vastness of the sea and the wonders of the great outdoors…

To explore inland, coastland and headlands…

To let my mind roam free, my eyes to feast and my spirit to soar in freedom…

And all the while I shall be on the lookout for purple.

Seek and nature will provide!

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Purple makes me happy.

It’s that simple.

People who understand these things in more scientific ways would say that purple physically uplifts us, calms our minds and nerves, offers us a sense of spirituality, and encourages our creativity.

And it certainly seems to have those kind of effects on me.  But in general terms, purple makes me happy.

It would seem that my little purple garden is kinda cool too…

According to experts –

Purple is considered a cool color in landscape design. Its appearance has a calming effect in a garden. Purple plants visually recede in a garden, helping to make a small space feel larger.

Gotta love the purple!

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During our wanderings recently, two or three times we have come across some wild cherry trees.

As a lifelong member of the ‘Anti-fruit Brigade’ I have lived this long and managed to avoid all interactions with cherries.

Oh. My. Word.

Cherries!

Who knew!

Plucked straight from the tree – delicious!

It would seem that times they are a-changing…

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This is my lovely guy picking the best ones for me!

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It has become obvious to me, whilst trying to keep this blog up-to-date, that there is a very clear link between my happiness and my productivity.

The happier I am in my personal life, the more difficult it becomes for me to put virtual pen to virtual paper and be creative and productive.  And I actually don’t know how I feel about this.

I have quite a number of projects on the go – but none of them seem to be going anywhere fast.

And yet, I am seeing more, doing more, loving more, enjoying more and discovering more than I ever have.

I have more material at my disposal, but less drive to use it.

Dolly Parton said, ‘Don’t get so busy making a living that you forget to make a life’ and boy is she right.

But what happens if you get so busy enjoying life that you neglect to challenge yourself and allow your creativity to stagnate..?

I think in terms of my work/life balance – I am truly blessed.  I work in an environment of happiness and pleasure.  I am one of the lucky ones who gets to pursue my passion in my workplace and am a part of people’s social life and therefore, ‘happy place’.  I live to dance and teach dance to live.  What a delicious mutualism.

Now if I could just force myself to sit still long enough to create something worth reading..!!  This 365 day challenge is taking years to complete!

(Big thanks to Ian Petty Mayor for the picture)

Some weeks are crazy… Fun, laughter, love, friendship, road-trips, adventure.

Some weeks are crazy… Busy busy, rush rush, race, run, chase.

Some weeks are crazy… People to see, stuff to do, catching up, tracking down, hanging out, fooling around.

Some weeks are crazy… Planning, prepping, digging deep, knuckling down.

Some weeks are crazy… Time.  Space.  Solitude.  Reflection.  Meditation.

Some weeks are crazy… Ups, downs, highs, lows, pressure, release, repeat.

Some weeks are crazy… Walking, talking, searching, seeing, feeling.

Some weeks are crazy… Magic, mayhem, mania, motherhood, joy.

Some weeks are crazy… Music, dance, expression, connection, fulfillment.

Some weeks are crazy… Look, see, delve, explore, learn, develop.

Some weeks are crazy… Love, passion, desire, lust, longing, loving.

Some weeks are crazy… Shout, scream, stamp, sulk, cry.

Some weeks are crazy… Living.  Living.  Living.  Living.  Living.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Day 353 – Skin Deep

Here’s to the beautiful people in my life right now.

May our flaws, scars, imperfections, off-centre outlooks, love, friendship, passions and sunny dispositions ever unite us.