Enrolling for a Dream

I chose to sign up for the Kilimanjaro trek purely for the sense of achievement I am expecting when I reach the top. If this morning’s Nordic walk was anything to go by, then training is paramount. The wind was howling off the sea, so much so, that it was hard to breathe, let alone talk, as we strode along battling with the wind. My companion asked if I wanted to turn round and go back, but the thought of turning back, halfway up Kili, is not an option, so I kept plodding on, reminding myself how I got through the 10 run last September……I paced myself. Funnily enough a post came up on facebook the other day for another 10k run, in August this year. I must enrol, and get back to running again.

Every Journey Single Step



Secrets and Turmoil

Period Costume Drama Versailles Pilgrims ProgressI happily admit that I am a bit of a costume period drama addict, and the most recent 1 that I am catching up on is Versailles, the story of the Sun King Louis XIV of France, the BBCs latest. It has been on about 5 weeks now, but I always seem to miss it when it is on the Beeb, and I am  watching it on catch-up. I am on episode 2. Episode 1 ends with the Queen giving birth to her second child, a girl, who also happens to be, lets just say, not the same skin tone as the King. And here, for me, the problem starts, although there was obviously problems in the royal marriage of at least 9 months gestation.

In the second episode, we see a funeral, a pretence, a show, to everyone around the court and the country and to it’s neighbours, the Dutch, that there has been another story, the story of a still-birth. Most of the court is unaware of what has happened, they are grieving the death of the Royal Princess, unknowing that the child is alive and well, and being nursed by a blind wet-nurse.

How many times in our lives does something happen that we did not want to happen, and then we invent stories to cover up the truth?

When I attended my Mother’s funeral, the lies that she had told to her friends began to become  much clearer to me. The reason that she had kept me at arms length at events that I would have liked to have been invited to, became much clearer. She had lied about my life, she had lied about who my father was, she had told stories to those around her, and she had to keep the pretence up.

There is a line in the 2nd episode, it goes “Don’t you understand how rumours start? Silence only fuels the fire” If people are not told the truth, then they make up their own.

I find myself watching Versailles and thinking about the political turmoil in the current situation in the UK and the EU. History really doesn’t change that much. Costume does, but not the human story behind it, the power, the way women have used their charm and beauty to get what they want, the power hungry men (and women) and the death and destruction that powerful people leave in their wake.

Would the Real Joy, Please Stand Up!

Can you remember where you were when you first saw the clip of Susan Boyle making her debut on Britain’s Got Talent? Can you remember your thoughts as you heard that 47 year old, “Just 1 side of me!” comment? I certainly do. Yesterday I saw another “Talent” clip, although this one was on Facebook, and from America’s Got Talent, and was shown I believe on Tuesday 9th June 2016, the same day as the Daily Propt was “Transformation”. What with being on holiday at the time, the time differences between Europe and the States, and the power of social media to mess with your head where timeframes are concerned, I apologise up front for any incorrect statements that I have just made. Anyway to the point of this blog.

This is the clip I saw. If you haven’t seen it yet, I say, “Where have you been?” and take a look now.

I think it apt that Grace was on AGT on the day that the Daily Prompt was transformation, because this young lady’s life is going to chnage beyond all recognition. I hope and pray that her transformation is handled in such a way that she rtains her innocence,beauty and “Grace”. Her singing and music was touching in it’s simplicity and the rawness of emotion that it evoked in me.


Grace Vanderwaal, I Don't KNow who I am,


Why did it do that?
2 reasons I think, summed up in the first 2 lines.

“I Don’t Know My Name!”

What adopted person does? We are born with one name, but then someone decides they might prefer another, and so we grow up with that. It is something that we grow up with, the uncertainty of knowing even the basics about ourselves, like our name at birth. For those of you who are not adopted, you will probably not understand how much you take for granted, the ability to ask your parents about yourself, your family history on health and genetics, where you come from, that sort of thing. We for the most part are left wondering do we have inherited diseases in our genes, will we develop something later in life, that we are already programmed at birth? Where do I come from? What can I expect to develop in my lifetime? Not just in health, but are there any Gifts and Special Abilities in our genes? The questions go on. Is this a Gift, wrapped in newspaper? The fact that my life can be completely written by me, because I don’t expect to develop the family traits, cos I don’t know what they are, I don’t know what makes me who I am?

Secondly “I Don’t Play By the Rules”

No neither do I. Why? Well I guess the first rule of a new life is that your Mother hangs around to show you the game and the rules to play by. If that cardinal rule is broken, then you are given carte blanche to say that I don’t play by them.

I will reflect more on this young ladies work and music. I hope she retains her innocence and grace, as she, and the rest of the world discovers who she is. I feel that her music and me discovering and writing about who I am, are going to be closley linked, even though I am probably old enough to be her granny. Who knows we may yet find out that we are related. Now wouldn’t that be a miracle?

Blessings Joy

Never Underestimate Me

This post could be prompted by truth or honesty, because as soon as I saw the word Underestimate, I had something that came to mind, and it all revolves around being honest and sticking to your truth.

11 years ago I was involved in a car accident. I was driving up the road, and had just overtaken 2 parked cars and had returned to my side of the road, but when I was on the opposite side of the road, a car came round the corner, 200 yards up the road. The driver was an inexperienced 18 year old who had just passed his test a few months previously. He panicked, and slammed his foot on the brake, skidding on the wet road, and ended up swinging through 180 degrees, and ended up facing up the same way as I was facing. It looked as though he had cut me up and mis-judged the pull-in. Anyway the police were called, we both gave our statements, and all seemed quite straight forward, until a letter arrived from the insurance company.

His statement had changed to say that I had pulled out in front of him, he had swerved to avoid me, and I had driven INTO HIM!!!

To cut a long story short, my insurance company advised me to agree to 50/50 liability. Everybody underestimated my need for the truth to win out.

I would put money on his insurer’s saying “She’ll back down. She has no proof, there were no witnesses. She won’t want to go to court to contest it!”

Well how wrong were they. Never underestimate me where the truth is concerned, I will fight tooth and nail to get justice for those involved. No stone will be un-turned. To get my claim to court, just to determine liability, I had to contact the police and threaten to complain about the way they handled the case, as my insurance company kept telling me that there were no police records. The only way that I could get them released, was to write a letter. I had a lovely letter back telling me that of course the police records could be released.

We ended up going to court. The police were asked as witnesses, with their statements that we had made on the night. What a waste of taxpayers money. I was awarded liability in my favour,  the third party  was 100% liable.

Never underestimate me where the truth is hidden. Should I be offering my services for anybody wanting to get justice?

Have you ever been underestimated? I would love to hear your story.

Blessings Joy

PS I could have written about Prayer: Never Underestimate the Power of Prayer, or healing, never Underestimate the Innate ability of your own body to heal itself. Maybe these are topics that I will write about in the future. Truth or Lie

Diverse Range of Therapies

Diverse: adjective, having variety, assorted.

As a holistic therapist, I offer a diverse range of treatments, my main one being McTimoney Chiropractic, but I am also qualified in Therapeutic Massage, Aromatherapy, EFT, Touch for Health, and I am currently studying for a Diploma in Nutrition.

However what intrigues me more is the diverse range of symptoms that seem to be affected when I treat people.

Let’s start with the most obvious: Pain, low back pain to be precise, but also neck pain, arm, shoulder, head, knee, toes, PGP SPD migraines.

Not quite so common as pain, but a regular health improvement noted:

Increased mobilty, especially noticeable in the neck when driving

Increased mobilty alround.

Dribbling incontinence improved so much that quailty of life is greatly improved


Then there are the less obvious symptoms in fact they are not obvious at all;

They include:

Eyes that run like you are peeling onions, constantly, that dry up.

Sinusitis after 30 years being completely healed.

Hearing improved that your family think you’re not even watching the TV the sound is so low.

Have you ever been to see a complementary therapist and noticed an improvement in a symptom that was as diverse as any of those I have mentioned?

Blessings JoyHealth Body, Wellness Being


All Creation Starts with Chaos

Does that strike a chord with you? I don’t consider myself as being particualry creative, not  compared to my creative friends, who are make-up artists, photographers, artists, interior designers. I look at their work in amazement. Where did those ideas come from? But I think that before that piece of magic of creativity is released, there is a period of chaos, when they look at the parts that they have to assemble and wonder themselves what is going to be the final result. Do they know before they even start, or does it evolve and take on life as they work their magic. Maybe those creative readers out there can tell me please?

My creativity is channelled into photography, and I take great pleasure in creating photo collages and sharing them with my friends and colleagues. This evening my friend who is a photographer and videographer asked for help with eating ice-cream. Honest! She is making a promotional video for a local ice-cream manufacturer, and she needed extras to stand around and eat ice-cream. What was not to help?

I took several photos and made this for her.

PJP Icecream-1

Prancing Jack Productions Films at Ayr Beach

So many shots, angles and hours of filming to get just what she and the client are looking for. I know that she will spend hours going through her film clips, making a wonderful video out of what looks like chaos to me, an outsider.

For me, well the ice-cream was delicious.

Blessings Joy


Strolling through Life, Minding my Own Business


How many of us see our Life as a Journey, whether that is a walk through life, or a journey down a river? I know that I do. I often visualise my life as a river, and I ask myself where I am at any point in life. I could be just coasting along with a wide expanse of water and no stones to disturb the surface, sometimes I feel as though I am at the top of a waterfall, and I am just about to go over the top, and will be free falling very soon, or maybe the river has come to a narrowing and the rocks are making the water turbulent. When I saw the daily post word as Stroll, I thought of my stroll along the River Ayr Way, over the 4 day Easter weekend last year. It is a 44 mile walk along the river that runs through the town where I live, Ayr Scotland. It was a pleasant stroll, mostly flat, with a few areas where steep paths make the heart race and the breathing a little harder. It was 10-12 miles per day, and I went home each night to sleep in my own bed, unlike:


Dylan over at Earth Pilgrim who is making it his mission to stroll around the globe. Why don’t you take a look at his blog. (Sorry Dylan it is going to be far more than a stroll I know, but I hope that you get the connection with the Daily Post)

He has dedicated his life to be a literal movement for ending poverty. His mission: to walk all of the world for the liberation of all people who lack clean water, food, shelter, access to education and a healthy environment. He has walked thousands of miles up and down the West Coast, USA already.

It is evening here where I live, the sun is shining, the first time for what seems like absolutely ages, so I think I will put on my sneakers and go for a stroll round the block.

Where is your favourite place to go for a stroll?

Blessings Joy