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

24 Hours Later

It has been a full 24 hours since I stood on this spot and watched my daughter’s plane take off, as she headed back home, leaving me on holiday with my husband (MB) and my MIL.DSC_0270 I'm Leaving on a Jet Plane

Hubby and I spent a lovely morning exploring the old parts of Faro. This put me in my element, I love exploring old towns and cities, I almost have the sense of having lived in those times, and I know the twist and turn of the narrow streets. Our holiday has taken a twist of it’s own too, since my DD left.

 

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There has been a sense of serene-ness, interspersed with some paranoia from my MIL. She accused me of “going into her room early this morning, and telling, nay demanding, that she should get up”, she told my hubby. At this point I had not even set 1 foot downstairs, and hubby knew this, so for once I heard him defending me. All too often I hear her saying things, and he doesn’t defend me, but in this instance he did. Much as I think that she needs to kick her own arse out of bed, before this holiday is completely over, and we are heading back to the UK, I hadn’t actually said it out loud…..I hadn’t even set 1 foot down the stairs at this point.

MIL has now gone into whimpering child mode, which really sets my darker side on alert. I really must try and remain calm, so that I can enjoy the rest of my time here. Husband is now piggy-in-the-middle as he tries to get her to at least get dressed and go out once in the holiday. So far she has remained in a nightie. It is 10 days now! I can hear her whimpering to him, but we really do need to get her out so that the cleaners can get in and clean the villa, including her room!

2 HOURS LATER:

Well we managed to get her dressed, and take her out to lunch. What a saga that was, she moaned and groaned all the time we were out. Nothing that we did could make her say anything pleasant. It was too hot, her feet hurt, her legs hurt, she didn’t want anything to eat, she wanted to go back and lie down on the bed. We went for a short drive after the non-event of lunch, and she was like a spoilt child, just wanting her own way all the time. Hubby wanted to take her round the area to show her the work that had been taking placce since she was last there. Well she refused to even look out the window. I realised that I sometimes act like this, and that her behaviour is a mirror being held up to me. I vowed that I would try and be a little bit more pleasant to MB in future.

Well only another 2 full days here. I will miss this place, but I sincerely hope that this is the last time we bring MIL. Her health is just not up to the journey, and then the heat. This saga is about to come to an end. I will now look forward to holidaying out here in the future and seeing more of the Algarve than I have done in the past.

Blessings Joy

How Connected Are We?

At the moment, in the UK, we are having fierce debates pre Referendum on whether or not we should stay within the European Union (EU) This post is not about the pros and cons about whether we should stay in or get out, there is enough of that, without me adding my 5 pence worth, but what struck me, is our close ties to the Continent, including Scandinavia, with our history of invasions and occupations going back 2000 years and more. Romans, Saxons, Vikings, Danes, you name them, at one time or another we have been a country that other nations and peoples have tried to invade and connect us to their homelands.

I am now on my second piece of reading material, on holiday, and this time it is Edward Rutherford’s “London”, a 1300+ page tome, which is giving me an insight into how our Capital city of London has evolved over the millenia, as 1 by 1 the home forces and the invading ones, left thier mark, notably in the place names of the city itself.

So when I came across this video on Daniel Arendzen’s blog just a few days ago, which coincidentally is called konexxion the 2 seemed inextricably linked. I think I know where my ancestors came from, but chances are I have very little idea, if this clip is anything to go by.

I would love to know who I am connected to, wouldn’t you? Would you dare to take the DNA test and find out?

Blessings Joy

Daily Prompt “Connectedhttps://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/connected/

Playfulness Returns

For much of my adult life I have had the responsibility of being a single parent, and I think it led to me loosing some of my playfulness for a while. I took my parenting role very seriously. For example I never drank alcohol when I was on my own with my daughter, because it would have left me unable to care for her, had she fallen ill and needed taking to hospital.

Even on holidays that we had when she was a young child, I perhaps did not let my hair down too much as I should, as I believed that I should act like an adult, and to that you may possibly read boring. Added to that I had a car accident when my daughter was 6, and for the next 3 years I was in a lot of pain, and being playful was something I was not.

Playing Grow Old George Bernard Shaw

So these past 9 days it has been good to do some playful things with her, as adults. Here are some photos of us on holiday doing fun things together.

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As I write this and look at others who have writen for the Daily Prompt of Playful, I come across A Sunken Thought who talks about her Mom as a single parent, and I begin to remember playful things that I did do, when my daughter was younger. To make Christmas a bit more fun, when it was just the 2 of us, I would make a Treasure Hunt out of her presents, and write her clues that she had to solve to win a present. When we moved to Scotland when she was 11, I had exhausted all my clue writing talents, so when I came across some mice in stockings, I bought a dozen, and now every Christmas I hide those, 1 for each present. Maybe I am playful after all.

What have you done today to be playful?

Blessings Joy

Dailp Prompt Word Playful https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/playful/

The Smoothest of Holidays

We like things to go smoothly anytime of our lives don’t we? But holidays we truly prefer to go smoothly, above all else, and there are plenty of things that we want smooth for our holidays too. They are, in no particular order:

A smooth journey, for us that started when the taxi arrived to pick us up and take us to our local airport.

A smooth transition through the airport, all passports to be present and correct, along with all boarding passes.

Smooth take-offs and landings.

Before we even get to leave, smooth legs, armpits, and bikini lines.  Not sure that my MIL is worried about those though.

The smooth cold marble floors that seem to be in every villa we have ever stayed in.

The drinks that go down so smoothly on the hottest of days.

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The smooth and even tan that we hope to obtain whilst we are away.

The smooth departure this morning, as my daughter prepared to leave us, and travel on her own on a plane, for the very first time.

Here’s a couple of not quite so smooth things from our holiday:

Last night we ate at a restaurant that seemed to be plagued with biting insects that came out in their droves as the sun set. Today our skin is not so smooth.

Our smooth flat bellies before we left, now appear to have a bit more roundness to them.

Have I missed anything from the list of smooth things on holiday? What does it conjure up for you?

Blessings Joy

Daily prompt word Smooth https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/smooth/

I Wish I Could Remember

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My daughter never fails to amaze me about her memories of her childhood. She gives me accounts of things that happened when she was a child, and asks me “Don’t you remember?” Now, I know what is important about my daughter’s childhood, is different to what she deems important, but the fact is, I am always amazed about the clarity that she has about some events. She recalls quite vividly what she ate, what she was wearing etc, at what I consider, quite insignificant events.

I can remember these events in the photos below, because they only happened this week, and I have photos to remind me. Many of my childhood memories I recall because we have a box of photographs, and I can see that we were wearing a certain outfit at a certain event, unlike my daughter who has it stored in her childhood memory store.

 

I, on the other hand, have very few memories of my childhood, and have few vivid memories if any. The ones I do have are mainly unpleasant ones, like the slap that my sister gave me across my back, because she had wet the bed, and wanted me to take the blame for it. I guess I was about 8 and my sister was 13.

I was the youngest of 5, and have few memories of my siblings during my childhood, other than they were all a fair bit older than me, and so they hung around as a group of 4, and I was a solitary child within the family. I would escape into books, my favourite as a child was Enid Blyton and the Famous 5 or Secret 7.

My daughter and I are on holiday at the moment, at the place that my husband brought his children when they were children, so it is full of their childhood memories, not ours. Are we missing out on something?

What childhood memories do you have? Did you go to the same place every Summer, or did you go to different places? For me, the world is a big place, there are far too many places that I haven’t been to, that to keep returning to the same place year after year is not my thing, although I can see the plus side of the familarity. How about you?

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/childhood/

Blessings Joy

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

 

 

The Holiday Saga Begins

Well we have arrived, Hubby, Mother in Law, my Daughter and myself, in the villa which is going to be the space we inhabit for the next 2 weeks. For those of you who read Saga, you will know that this is an annual “treat” for me, bringing my MIL to her time-share villa in Portugal. 30 odd years ago my MIL had the misfortune of falling victim to Guillam Barre, a virus which affects the nervous system, which in turn affects the muscles of the poor victim. And so for 30 years, she has walked with the aid of  a frame. She is now 84, having had her birthday just 10 days before we came out here.

And now we are here!

Today is a recovery day, MIL has not yet surfaced, other than the comfort breaks. It is 11 am. I don’t expect to see much of her before Tuesday.

I have spent a few hours outside in the sun already. I like to build up slowly. Living in Scotland we have little chance to start a tan off before we leave, so I sunbathe between 9 and 11, and then again after 3pm  There is the reason of Andy Murray in the French Open Tennis tournment to watch this afternoon, to bring me in out of the mid-day sun. My holiday was looking even bleaker last week, when he took 5 sets in the first 2 rounds. How would I have coped without Andy to retreat to our room with?

At the last minute of leaving home, I grabbed a book from the bookcase. I randomly pick up books wherever I see second hand ones and add them to the bookcase for travels like this, airport/holiday reads. Nothing too strenous on the old brain cells. Le Carre is definitely a no-no for airports and planes. Without my glasses on to really read the title, I grabbed The Sea Lady. The gist of it is that 2 adults, who met during one summer as children, are on a collision course to meet again. They share a past, which at the moment we are not too privy to. What fascinates me is that the beginning of the book is the 2 characters reminiscing over the past. The cost of scone tea in  /- and d. (shillings and pence), the candlewick bedspreads and seersucker bathing costumes. All things so reminiscent of my past, and good reminders when I need to go back into my childhood, for my new blog. Still chewing the title over in my head. I am hoping that this holiday will see some definite moves forward on that, so please keep checking back.

Weather; 21 degrees celsius

Clouds; Negative

Book; The Sea Lady: Margaret Drabble

Swimming; Zero

Classic comment from Mummy’s Boy today.

Me; Looking for the port for my camera card on my new laptop; “everythings moved!”

Hubby: “It’s not moved, it’s just in a different place”

So for now there are no photos to show you, as everything has moved! Apart from MIL, she is still in bed.

This 1 is of 3 years ago!

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Holiday Breakfasts

How’s your Sunday?

Blessings Joy