Which Way? Stillness: Journey to Moshi, and Onwards

How much thought do you give as to how you travel through life? Life is perpetual travel, even if we think we are still. Stillness is a travelling moment in itself,as we are still and observe those that are going around us. If we sit in quiet moments of meditation, we are hoping that a revelation will come that will move us on in our spiritual journey.

Cee’s Which Way Photography Challenge had me thinking of travels that I have taken in the past few years, and the photographs that I have taken along the way. My husband jokes that a half hour walk becomes 2 hours if I pick up my camera as we head out the door. In the moments of stillness before clicking the button, the brain is still frantically working, checking the composure of the picture.

These pictures were taken in Portugal, several years ago. I love taking pictures through arches. The destination gets revealed bit by bit as you walk through them. Enjoy

Similarly,¬†when climbing¬† a hill, the destination is revealed to you bit by bit, and it is not uncommon to think you can see the top, only to find that as you climb, another “top” appears in the distance. This apparently is the case with Kilimanjaro, which has 3 apparent tops. When I reach the authentic one, will I find stillness there, with all my compatriot trekkers?

Enjoy your travels, wherever they take you today.

Blessings Joy

 

 

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Jump for Joy

After many years of hard work and study, my daughter finally handed in her dissertation today.

The smile on her face and her jumping says it all.

I am a proud Mamma Bear today, my smile is as big, but my jump not quite so high.

Wonder if she qualifies for the Jump for Joy ProjectHolli Jumping for Joy Dissertation Hand in April 18

Journey to Moshi, and Onwards

It is still 16 months to go before the trip is here. At times like this it seems a distant event in the future, etheral, dreamlike. My journey is being planned by someone else, I have little control over that, and for that very reason, this journey is one, not only of a physical nature, but also of a mental one. Letting someone else organise my holidays, is not something I tend to do easily. Not all journeys are about hopping on a bus, plane, train etc and ending up somewhere else on the planet, some journeys are making a transition in your mind, to just lie back, relax and jump, and let the journey unfold in front of you. The vista on this trip is going to be a picture postcard with every step.

20 years on

What Marriage is All About

I went out for a coffee with a friend today. Over the course of the conversation, I just happened to mention that I was going to be climbing Kilimanjaro in the future, like 18 months into the future, and that as part of my training I had joined a hill-walking group. My friend asked me if my husband was going to be doing it with me? She was a little surprised when I said NO!

It then dawned on me that I was expecing my darling husband to make a huge compromise, to allow me to do what I was planning to do. Marriage is all about making compromises, big and small, and it probably doesn’t get much bigger than this. Saying goodbye to your wife as she sets off to go to deepest darkest Africa, to climb a mountain, not knowing if she is fit and able to achieve it, to not be there by her side as she achieves it, as no doubt I will.

When I first moved 400 miles to be with him, leaving behind my life as I knew it, I thought I was making all the compromises, and he was making very few, if any, after all, his life was going on as usual, same house, same friends, same golf club, same GP. It was me that was up-rooting my daughter and having to find all those new things to replace the old life I was leaving behind. Now I am beginning ot understand that he is compromising too. In different ways.DSC_0183

8 Mile Walk, 2 hours of Silence

No words today, just pictures from an 8 mile walk right outside my backdoor. Home to all creatures great and small. Silence is Golden Let me be your Tour Guide

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Namaste Joy

Tears Fell, Blurring Our Vision

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View from Our Bedroom at the B&B

This week has gone by in a bit of a blur. It started on Monday morning at 7 am, with a call from the hospital where my Mother in Law had been since Christmas. The nursing staff had found her un-responsive and they had called to inform us that they were keeping her under observation. Half an hour later they rang again, this time to inform us that she was being transferred over to the A&E department of the general hospital. The rest of the day is pretty raw in my mind.

The 3 brothers all managed to be at the hospital, accompanied by their 3 wives, together, to hear the Consultant tell us that this was “End of Life Care” She had suffered a major stroke and that their focus was now not in treating her but to keep her comfortable.

The family kept a vigil around her bedside for the rest of that day and through the night, before she peacefully passed away early Tuesday morning.

The week then progressed with visits to the hospital to collect paperwork to enable the death to be registered, to funeral directors to arrange a funeral, hours on the phone to various people, some to notify her passing, others to arrange equipment that had been on loan, such as hospital beds and other equipment designed to make caring for a loved one at home, easier on the carers.

I managed just 2 visits to the gym, I think my legs thanked me for that.

By Thursday my husband had had enough and just wanted to get way for the weekend and chill. I was left to make the arrangements. We are in an enviable part of the world, with Loch Lomond within a 2 hour drive, but after many hours searching the internet for a room for 2 nights, I was unable to find a vacant room, so one night when I couldn’t sleep, I came across a B&B in the Trossachs. It was all he had asked for, quiet, somewhere he could sit and relax and contemplate.

So after a stressful week, we drove away from it all, to spend a weekend in a remote place where the view from our bedroom was divine. This morning, we woke to an absolute still morning, where the surface of the loch was a millpond, the reflection in perfect symettry. The view of the ridge was a bit blurred, but it revealed itself at times as the mist lifted, much as our vision became clearer when the tears which flowed, abated.

Training for the 10k was achieved mainly by walking in this beautiful landscape

I hope your week has been slightly better than mine.

Thank you for reading, and if you have been affected by death at any point I would love to know how you are dealing with it.

Blessings Joy x

via Daily Prompt: Blur

Hygge on a Lukewarm Day

Some days you jump out of bed shouting “Carpe Diem” and others you pull the covers over your head and have a “hygge experience” as explained so succinctly by Suzie of Suzie Speaks. Today was the latter. There is a reason for feeling lukewarm about today, and if you are upset my sad stories then I urge you not to read any further than this.

Today is the day that my son should be celebrating his 27th birthday. But for whatever reason he chose, my son’s soul did not want to hang around on this planet. It entered this earthly plane and left it straight away. I manage to survive because I believe his soul chose me, a strong woman, to have that experience.

So forgive me if I am lukewarm today. Forgive me if I fail to see the funny side, the awe in nature, nor want to entertain or hold an intelligent conversation about mulit-million dollar questions.

Today is a day for embracing the simple things in life. Curling up on a sofa, watching the rain run in rivulets down the windowpane as I feel the tears do the same down my cheek. It is a day to soak in a bath, breathing deep the aromas of clary sage and jasmine. Oils that I know will bring forth more tears. Yesterday I heard about the death of a gentleman who has gone to be with his Maker. He was not my father, but he showed me fatherly love. It warms my heart to think that my son and this man will find each other, and that my son now has a guide in spirit with him. It warms me a little to reminisce group-outside-church

Tomorrow is also likely to be a day where I feel lukewarm. Over the coming days, as the days lengthen and signs of spring can be seen, I will begin to warm up, like the crocus that pops it’s head up out of the soil, the colour will return to my life. But for now, it’s an oxtail stew with dumplings for dinner, a cuddle on the sofa, wrapped up warm and snuggled with a man who understands me. The simple things in life.

Be kind to yourself

Thank you for reading

Blessings Joy