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As August starts to get into full swing, I am still longing for the absent sunshine.

Memories of my short break to Porto a while ago fill my head as I crave the sun on my skin.

I took this picture on the way back to our hotel at sunset, after a full day spent walking, talking, enjoying sun, sea and sangria, exploring the world around us and our love for each other.

The tide was out as we took the long way back to our hotel.  The beautiful bridge that spans the river was ahead of us, the beach behind us and we strolled along the river.  We were looking forward to another walk through the beautiful Crystal Palace Gardens before nightfall finally came.

Looking at this picture I remember the moment so clearly.  I should take more pictures…


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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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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.







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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.







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‘I’ve worked hard today… I think I deserve to work more hours!’

What a thought!

My daughter supports young adults with learning difficulties into work placements.  She sources the placements, learns the duties expected of her students, and then teaches and trains them.  When they are ready, she supports them in the work place until they are ready to go solo.

One of her young men is making huge progress.  And the quote above is how he sees work.  As a privilege…  My daughter wrote this poem about it, and has used it as her very first blog post!   If you could show her some support for her first steps in blogging by taking a look here… https://incluition.wordpress.com/the-blog/

Here is the poem – quite thought provoking!

I do it… And I’m sure I’m not on my own,
After a day at work we come home and have a moan.

Grumbles, tuts, the odd sigh and even a tear,
I’m sure in most homes these are the sounds you’d hear.
‘I’m unappreciated, over worked and under paid’.
An image that we’ve all portrayed?
Then one day it hit me… Is this strictly true?
I know we all work hard but aren’t we lucky too?
Now the students that I work with have disabilities of the learning kind,
My role is to support them into work that I help them find.
Now the tasks that most just do from day to day,
For some of my students they can’t just pick it up straight away,
For them practise and dedication is what it takes,
Where most would probably exclaim for goodness sakes!
This is all before learning the job they have to do,
Now you would understand it if they moaned and groaned too!
But for some of my students they see working in a different way,
It is not a chore and it’s not all about the pay.
Having a job means much more than that,
One student said something today that struck me from our chat-

‘I’ve worked hard today… I think I deserve to work more hours’.

Not more money, time off, praise or rest,
Just the chance to work harder and to do his best.
It is a given to most that they’ll get a job, do well and succeed,
Unfortunately for these students it’s not a guarantee.
I think we can all learn from what this student had to say,
So… have you worked hard today?


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‘Life is what happens while you’re busy making other plans.’  ~John Lennon

That certainly seems to be the way for me at the moment.
My head.  It knows there is heaps of stuff that could and should be done.  Important stuff.  New stuff.  Plans, preparation and progress.
But my heart!  My heart is full of sunshine, long walks, capturing little moments with my camera, muddy boots, new discoveries, late night talks, love, friendships, enjoying the lives of my little chicks and they spread their wings and fly, wine, wanderings, and dreams of all that there is to see and do in this big and beautiful world.

And so I strive to find a balance.  To force myself to ignore the joy and excitement of the promise of spring and the lure of the great outdoors.  At least long enough to get some words into the right places and some work into the right spaces.

So many of my days are lost to awe and wonder.  Today I should claw one back for work…  The sunshine through the window calls me – wish me luck!

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Day 252 - Fly Butterfly, Fly

Way back on Day 189 – Metamorphosis, I shared my worries about the caterpillar. Does it know it will become a butterfly..?

Some practical, functional, straight down the line, don’t waste your time types told me that no, a caterpillar is an eating machine without thought or dream. It does what it does because it is programmed to do it.

The dreamers, the hopers, the wishful thinkers, the lost believers and dare to dreamers told me that yes, they too hoped that the caterpillar knew. That he worked and he waited and he went about his business safe in the knowledge that better days were yet to come.

But what of the butterfly?

From its former life as a working, functional eating machine so it becomes a light, delicate, fluttering, flying vision of beauty and grace. Flitting from flower to flower in sunbeams and freedom.

But the butterflies eyes are right at the front and its beautiful wings spread out behind for all the world to see. But not she. Or he. So does a butterfly know it is now so beautiful? Or does a butterfly live, like so many of the beautiful girls and ladies I know, unaware of the awe, and the admiring glances and the slightest touch of envy that others might feel when they have the pleasure of seeing them. Of being with them.

I have my own beautiful butterflies. They are truly beautiful, of spirit as well as skin. They are delightful and bring joy, and happiness and they brighten a room just by being in it. But they live like they are caterpillars. Waiting for the day when the this or that, that they believe to be so wrong will morph into their unrealistic and reasonable ideal of what beauty looks like.

So my question now is, does the butterfly know she has transformed? Can she share in the beauty she gives so much of without ever knowing?

The beautiful glass-winged butterfly. Does she know she is beautiful…

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