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

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The Transformation of a Jelly Baby

Did you make any New Year Resolutions this year? Have you kept them up? Or have you failed miserably yet again to make this year, the year you change your life, yourself, your level of fitness, or any other challenge that you set yourself on 31st December year x?

Let’s be honest, we have all done it haven’t we? Promised ourselves that this year will be THE year to make the change and the difference So how are you doing?

For me, with a birthday in January, and a daughter who also has a Birthday in the first 2 weeks of the year, it was never going to be a good month to stay off the alcohol, the chocolates, the cake now was it? So we celebrate in style, and look forward to February when we can set our goals, knowing that the days are getting longer, the evenings are getting lighter, and it is oh so much easier to race round the streets after tea. And let’s be honest the promise of summer just around the corner is always a good time to think of lying on the beach, and just how are the tops of my legs going to look in my cossie this year? I probably have this thought every year, and tell myself that I will have slim thighs by June, but fail miserably. But this year is going to be different, and just what has made me get up off the couch and go and do something this year?

Well it was episode 1 of Apple Tree Yard, a psycholgical thriller that is on our TV at the moment. The main character is a post-menopausal woman who says that her physique resembles that of a Jelly Baby, and boy did that hit a chord! It was funny, but also the bitter truth, my body too is squidgy in places which resembles that of a favourite sweet.

So yesterday I set some goals.

Starting point:

Weight 11 stone/ 151 lbs

Vital Statistics  32 33 43 not so much a jelly baby as a pear drop

Resting Heart Rate 70 bpm

Exercise Nil

My goals: To run a 5 km fun run in May and a 10 km run in aid of charity in Sept. Get my weight down to 140 lbs in May and 130 lbs in Sept.

To transform this Jelly Baby into a Pear Drop, less squidgy, more hard muscle, but still sweet all the way through

Today I joined a gym and walked/jogged/ran 1 kilometre in 10 minutes 16 seconds, and got my heart rate up to 144 bpm.

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The reason I am sharing with you all in the blogosphere is so that you will hold me accountable. I want you to follow me on my journey, to encourage cajol and downright bully me, if I slip off this pathway. Will you do that for me?

Blessings and a Happy New Year to you all Joy x

 

27 degress and only 7 am

Our last day, and the first day that hubby and I have got up early and gone for a walk along the beach. The temperature gauge on the car said 27 degrees at 7.11 am, boy I think it is going to be a hot one today.

We have in the past either got up early, or gone for a walk at sunset, along the beach, once the madding crowds are away. I have to admit, people are not my thing. To be there when there are very few people about is wonderful. To gaze out to sea, and imagine that I am living several hundreds of years ago, and dreaming about what was across the Ocean, over the horizon, is what I like best. Even my hubby annoys me, when he stands in my view and blocks my vision. He did it several times this morning, and I moved away, eventually he got the message, and stood behind me, protecting me, whilst I stared out, and imagined.

Today I saw something on the beach for the first time. The first thing I noticed was lots of seagulls, hovering over the sea just metres from the beach, and I was curious as to what the were feeding off. It then became clear as we discovered little fish, like whiting, stranded on the beach. Damn I wish I’d had my camera on me this morning. The first few we saw were flapping, and so we carefully picked them up and placed them back into the sea, to await thier fate. Would they survive the seagulls that were offshore?

Not long after that, the fish we found seemed to have very little life in them, but still we returned them to the sea, but after about 10 minutes, the ones on the sand were stiff and lifeless. We were too late to save them, and it would appear that they would not even keep the food chain alive, as nothing seemed too interested in using their poor forlorn bodies as nourishment for themselves.

Have we left it too late? Tomorrow we leave the villa at 8.30 am. Will we get another walk on the beach in the cooler temperatures, before we fly home tomorrow? Best get packing if I want to go for it!

Blessings JoyActivity, movement, physical exercise, health, joy, plato

 

The Purpose of Life

What is the purpose of life? Is it just to be born, to live life the best you can, given your lot, before you die, or is there more to life than that?

I believe that I have found my purpose in life, as a Healer, in the variety of treatments that I do in my clinic. I have often attended networking groups where I say that my passion is transforming your life, so that you can get back to doing the things that you love. That is a real purpose, and I get tremendous pleasure from hearing that people are enjoying life again, after treatment with me.

The purpose of coming on holiday, was to give my MIL the chance to have a holiday too. For many years she has been unable to come on her own, due to her own health issues, for those she must take responsibilty for herself, as we all must. Although I say my purpose is to be a Healer, people have got to be prepared to be healed, for it to be effective. I don’t beleive that my MIL beleives that she has any say in her health. She thinks that it is the way it is, and that she has no control over it.

So is our purpose to listen to our body? Does our body talk to us in the various ailments that it shows, and is our Purpose reflected in it?

Daily prompt https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/purpose/

Health Body Wellness being purpose

Blessings Joy

 

 

Holiday Saga: Day 3

This is my sixth visit to Portugal, and in all the previous trips I have mainly gone along with my husband and MIL and trailled along to where they have always gone in the past. This has meant eating at the same restaurants on the same evening of the year, going to the Country Club barbecue on Wednesday evenings, going for early morning walks along the same part of the beach, visiting the same Michelin star restaurant on our last evening here. It is very pleasant, but hardly adventurous. It took my husband around 25 visits, before he managed to get to Lisbon, with me, and see a different part of Portugal, away from the Algarve.

This year, with having my daughter with us, has meant that she and I have managed to get away and do entirely new activities, like taking  the Buggy Safari Adventures, up into the hills around the Algarve. What a thrill that was. Due to the amount of dust that this trip involves, there are no action shots at present, but our wondeful guide took numerous photos, which they assured us they would edit and get up onto their facebook page in the next few days.

There were 3 couples on the tour, and I bet they took one look at me, and decided to put me at the front as the slowest driver, and let everyone go at my pace. Well they got a shock once I got the hang of the steering, I can tell you, I was off! A pro they said, making their best efforts to keep up with me.

The view was superb, although there was little chance for me as the driver to stop and admire it. The smell of the foliage was also devine, when it wafted into the nostrils, but was unfortuantely drowned out by the smell of the fuel fumes of the buggy.

I saw the most amazing colours on 1 plant, which appeared an incandescent blue, which I assumed was due to the amount of azulene in the plant. It reminded me of the Blue Mountains in Australia, which are named after the blue haze from the Eucalyptus trees. There was more than the blue haze to remind me of my time in Australia. There were areas here where the dirt was red, like the Outback around Alice Springs too, and one of the few times I have swum in a river was in Oz.

Our time in the buggy was interspersed with stops at places where we could grab a drink and a bite to eat, at places that MB has never dared to venture near. One such stop was in Querenca, a pituresque town situated on a hilltop. We stopped for a coffee and cake, and I discovered the most delicious cake imaginable, it was so moist. I think it had honey in it, as well as almonds. I bought 4, to bring back to the villa and let everybody have a taste of our adventure.

If you ever find yourself out here in the Algarve, I would highly recommend this trip. We did the 6 hour adventure, which was possibly a tad long. The final part was a “lap” in the dust, well to be honest I had had enough at this stage. We were running late, and I was beginning to get concerned about MB who was waiting for us, to pick us up. He had been told to be there for 4.30pm it was already ten past 5 and we were still a little way away. He would probably have told MIL that he would be gone an hour, and we were now looking at a couple of hours, so I was anxious to get back, not to drive insanely in the dust. We had had our swim in the river to cool off, and were slightly damp, the sun was now lower than the shade on the buggy, and getting in my eyes triggering the start of a headache,and I was beginning to feel hot and bothered. I watched and waited whilst the other 2 did their laps, but I was glad to get back, to get my dusty body in the bath.

For Algarve Buggy Tours check out their website http://algarvebuggytours.com/#_=_

Weather; 28 degrees celsius

Clouds; Negative

Book; The Sea Lady: Margaret Drabble

Swimming; Zero, bath straight after getting in from Buggy Tour.

Blessings Joy

Change in Direction

How many times have you come to a point in your life where you have been faced with making a decision, which may or may not be an easy one to make?

We can see those times as a fork in our life’s journey.

1 such fork in my life was when I met my husband online. We were 400 miles apart, and although we had decided that we were life-long partners, from a very early stage, we thought that we would have a long distint relationship for many years whilst my daughter finished her secondary education. But the cutlery of fate had other ideas, and within 6 months of meeting him, my landlady gave me notice to move out of the home that we had lived in for 8 years, as she had decided to sell.

Within a year my life had taken a very different pathway to the one I had been living.

How has your life taken a swerve in another direction to the 1 that you thought you had planned?

Very shortly my blog will also be taking a change in direction. I am going to be spending the next 2 weeks working on a stategy to alter the focus of my blog, to a her-story. Tales of the adoptee, from womb to present time. I hope you will join me as I share my experiences of life.

Blessings Joyfork push limits pilgrim

Countless Times

How many times did my Mother use the phrase “I’ve told you countless times”……….? Followed by “Go tidy your room” “Put your clothes away” “Do the washing up” dah di dah di dah!

Well of course, there was a finite number of times that she had asked me to do those chores or others, very little is infinite. the fact that she wasn’t counting doesn’t mean that the requests were countLESS.¬† So countless is a word that should be sent to room 101.

Do you have a word that you feel should be made redundant? I would love to hear it.

Here’s a phrase which I heard frequently from my Mother too. Be Happy/Grateful for what you have. However I love the extra phrase here. What do you think?

Happy have, Excited want.png

Blessings Joy