Monday, 26 September 2011

Let It Shine

I've been thinking about this post for a while, but was inspired by this beautiful piece from Ginger Jumbles about restlessness to finally sit down, type some words and bring my thoughts to life.

If you're a regular reader you're probably already aware of the uncomfortable end to last year and the life changing start to 2011 as I took the leap and changed careers. It wasn't any easy step to take and took many long hours of thinking and I had to force myself to be brave and make the move.

I've had all sorts of support from family and friends. The minute I said how I was really feeling, I realised that I was not actually alone but there was a lot of love out their for me and I felt warm and secure in the arms and hearts of those dear to me.

Now, ten months on, my life is better than what I could have imagined it to be. It's had its good and bad days but on the whole I feel so much happier. Perhaps the most happy I've been in my adult years.

It may sound silly, but throughout this year, it has been these music and lyrics that on an ugh day (the name I give to days when you feel the whole world is up against you and nothing will go right) which cheers me up and gets me back on track.


Shine - Take That
You, you're such a big star to me
You're everything I wanna be
But you're stuck in a hole and I want you to get out
I don't know what there is to see
But I know it's time for you to leave
We're all just pushing along
Trying to figure it out, out, out.

All your anticipation pulls you down

When you can have it all, you can have it all.

So come on, come on, get it on

Don't know what you're waiting for
Your time is coming don't be late, hey hey
So come on
See the light on your face
Let it shine
Just let it shine
Let it shine.

Stop being so hard on yourself

It's not good for your health
I know that you can change
So clear your head ang come round
You only have to open your eyes
You might just get a big surprise
And it may feel good and you might want to smile, smile, smile.

Don't you let your demons pull you down

'Cause you can have it all, you can have it all.

Hey let me know you

You're all that matters to me
Hey let me show you
You're all that matters to me.

Hey let me love you

You're all that matters to me
Hey so come on yeah
Shine all your light over me.
 Lyrics by Gary Barlow, Howard Donald, Jason Orange, Mark Owen and Steve Robson 

I'm not sure why this song helps to drag me out of a mood. There are so many other powerful lyrics and melodies out there but this really does seem to do the trick. The words just say exactly how I felt for so long (I was definitely in a big hole!) and how I feel on an ugh day.

I always find that if I put the CD on, turn it up and sing very loudly, my mood quickly changes and I'm ready to battle on. I've even listened to it on the way to work on days when I've woken up on the wrong side of the bed and can't really find the strength to pull myself together and get on with the day. Two minutes in and I'm skipping across the park!

I hope that the magic of this song will long continue as my life hopefully gets better and better.

Now I've shared my special song with you, do you have a special song that helps you get through those ugh days?

Sunday, 25 September 2011

A Cheeky Visitor

When I arrived home from work on Wednesday afternoon I was greeted by this sight.


A white moggy was sat in our olive tree planter loving the pot of catnip that has been there for the past few months. Fluffy Cat has shown absolutely no interest in this special herb for felines!


This beautiful white Tom (I'm assuming it was a boy) did not look at all worried as I started to take its photograph to show Mr P when he arrived home.


In fact, he carried on licking his chops and looking very satisfied with his treat. 

Cheeky or what?

Saturday, 24 September 2011

Once Upon A Blog

This half term my Year 5 class are planning and writing their own fantasy stories. They are drawing on inspiration from Harry Potter, The Chronicles of Narnia and even Bedknobs and Broomsticks to devise their own story for a five to seven year old. What they have written so far is amazing. We have some very talented nine year old novelists!

To aid the creative process, I've been playing a little game with the small group that I work with. I start off with the first couple of lines of a story and they take turns to add to the tale. It's really exciting to see how the stories develop. They usually take all sorts of twists and turns. Yesterday a delicate pink fairy turned into a big, hairy squirrel who was going to be captured because a family wanted to eat it with chips, custard and tomato ketchup!

I thought I would try this game out in Blogland. I will start the story and then pass it onto four blogs, then hopefully you'll continue the chain and we'll end up with all sorts of interesting stories.

The opening of the story was inspired by this toadstool picture I recently took while visiting Burnham Beeches in Buckinghamshire.


Once upon a time, only a fortnight or so ago, Bobo the Elf stepped out of his shiny red toadstool house. It was a warm and sunny autumn morning and only the calmest of breezes passed through his woodland home. Bobo was feeling rather peckish. He'd been awake all night repairing his special gold pocket watch and had eaten everything in his cupboard, so he set off to find himself something delicious to eat.

I would like to pass this creative writing challenge onto:

The Girl @ Just Me
Kate @ Domestikated

I look forward to reading your stories and hearing about the many adventures Bobo has as the plot develops.

Sunday, 18 September 2011

A Year Ago Today

A year ago today I was a very excited bride.
Today I am a very happy and contented wife.


Thank you Mr P for a wonderful year. 
Every moment shared with you is special.
And year after year I love you more.

And as the years go by
Our friendship will never die
You're gonna see, it's our destiny
'Cause you've got a friend in me
Words by Randy Newman

Edited 22 September - 
Thank you for all your lovely wishes. 
We went back to the hotel where our reception was stayed and had an absolutely lovely weekend. x

Friday, 16 September 2011

Turning Over Autumnal Leaves

So autumn is well and truly here.

Montacute House, Somerset - 4 September 2011

Time for lots of changes - outside and inside, at home and at school ( well, work).

It's taking awhile for me to get back into a routine - getting up and going to bed and getting focused again at work

My inability to get back into a routine also includes blogging - both reading and writing. 

I once read that it takes doing some three times until it becomes a habit and you can routinely do it without too much thought.

Well, I make that two posts to go until I'm back on track!

Sunday, 11 September 2011

Ten Years On

I don't know about you, but I keep asking myself how it can be ten years since the awful day that was 9/11. The decade seems to have vanished in no time at all and nothing really has changed. Conflicts continue: the innocent carry on suffering and the brave put their lives on the line.

The New York Skyline on the 8th anniversary of 9/11 in September 2008. Source: Time US

When I recently visited the Imperial War Museum I looked at the projected images of Francesc Torre's photographs of objects and debris cleared from the site of the World Trade Centre. These are shown next to a two metre piece of rusted steel which is one of the first objects from Ground Zero to be displayed in the UK (this will move to the Imperial War Museum North in Manchester in October).

The images were of a mixture of objects - rubble and twisted iron were shown next to files, business cards and items from the many shops in the WTC. There were scarfs still displayed on shop dummies and spectacle frames from an optician's shop that still had the plastic lenses intact. It really saddened me to see these near-perfect objects and wonder how they managed to survive when so many people lost their lives.

The image which left its impact on me the most was of a rag doll of Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz. I just couldn't help but think that on that day ten years ago there were so many people who must have wished they could have clicked their heels together three times and said 'I Want To Go Home'. The potent irony of this black and white picture left me with a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes. I don't suppose any of us will ever forget that day.