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.

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Embarassing Moments

With only 2 days left of our holiday, it is time to reflect on how things have been.

First the good things. This was the first year since 2009 that my daughter came with us. That meant that I had experiences that I would never have had if she had not been here. My hubby and his Mum are traditionalists (read boring) and like to go to the same places every year. So mydaughter and I took the Buggy Tour on Tuesday and discovered The Shack on Thursday. We had a fantastic night there on the Thursday evening, where we had a fun experience with Holly Willoughby. My daughter, who is also Holly, has a friend who is obsessed with Ms Willoughby and buys a calendar of her every year. DD went up to “Ms Willoughby look-alike” and asked if she would allow her to take a selfie, to show her friend back home, only to hear Ms Willoughby say “It’s ME!”

DD did not believe her, and asked for her ID, and the lovely Holly said that her ID was in her married name. The lovely Dan was sitting right opposite her. What a lovely lady she was, rather than tell my daughter to go away and leave her alone, she was on holiday, she happily posed for a selfie with my Holly. (It is my daugher who won’t give me a copy, as she thinks I will use it, in my blog just like this) So here’s a picture of the Group that were playing at The Shack.

The Shack, Quinto do Lago, Algarve, Portugal, Holly Willoughby, Peter Jones, Dragon's Den

The Group @ The Shack, Quinto do Lago, Algarve, Portugal

NEWS FLASH

The Daily Prompt has just announced the word for today, and it is Embarassing so I will now continue on the theme of Holly’s kiss, which she took just minutes after I had taken the photo above. (At this point I had no idea who the the Scandinavian looking woman was, nor that I had captured her in this photo, when I was taking pics of the band, who are very good by the way) Not too long after this, Holly and hubby Dan shared a kiss, which she uploaded onto her facebook page. To date it has had 323k views. Here’s a photo I took when she first showed Dan that clip.

Holly Willoughby The Kiss

I don’t know who will be more embarassed, Holly for having her photo plastered on my blog, or Holly for me telling you about her asking HW for a selfie, thinking she was a look-alike.

Blessings Joy

Daily Prompt word Embarassing https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/embarrassing/

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

Take a Grain of Sand and put it in a Mollusc

How many people are there in your life who irritate you? Well did you know it takes just 1 grain of sand to make a pearl?

The grain of sand gets in the shell of a mollusc, usually a clam and irritates it. As a defence the mollusc produces a substance which, when hard, produces the pearl. Layer upon layer of iradescent substance called nacre. So when someone is making you feel irritable just remember this, they are but a grain of sand sent into your life, to  make you into a precious pearl.

Blessings Joy

It’s Just a Phase I Am Going Through

It’s lasted 55 years and I hope it is coming to an end, because everything is a phase isn’t it? And we get over all phases don’t we?

Phase transformation daily prompt

I have just come to the end of my patience with this one though, I refuse to continue to be in this “Phase” a moment longer. It is now time to move out of this one and into the next phase of my life.

In the next phase I will be Mistress of my own Castle. I feel a transformation and migration from this blog to one where I will reveal more. I need a title for it though. I have come up with a few:

The Cuckoos Call

Joy’s Jottings

Jottings by Joy

A Cuckoo is Calling

Joy’s Cuckoo

Which one is your favourite?

Wish I knew how to do polls on blogs, guess there is a plug-in?

Blessings Joy

 

 

Health is Wealth

What does being healthy mean to you? Is it absence of dis-ease? Is it puting up with symptoms because you are a certain stage in life and your culture tells you that it is to be expected at your age, to be in pain? Is your health something to be compared with others?

Well I take a very different view to health. I believe it is a choice that we make. We choose to eat certain foods, drink certain drinks, take time out to meditate and look after ourselves. It is a choice to exercise, both our body and our mind. It is a choice to forgive someone who has done something that you see as unfair, cruel which makes you feel horrible. Well can I tell you something? If you choose not to forgive them their actions, the only person it is hurting is you. It is stopping you from enjoying life, it will make you angry and keep you from enjoying life.

Wealth is Health large

Today I do not feel healthy, although my body is handling it very well. I must have ate something yesterday that didn’t quite agree with me, because this morning I was throwing up last night’s dinner. It was 12 hours after I ate it, but my body said NO! This is not good for the body, so it ejected it. Is my body sick or healthy to reject something that it knows is going to cause more harm than good if it stays in the system? What is your view on that?

This isn’t the post I really wanted to write under this title, but I am all for going back to bed and trying to sleep some more, so that I wake tomorrow morning, feeling able to help others reach their maximum health potential in my Chiropractic clinic.

Blessings Joy

 

Surviving Today

This has been my day.

Woke up at 8 am, got up and waited for the phonecall from Jonathan Morrell from BBC Radio Wilts.

8.08 am Jonathan phoned. Talked for 10-15 minutes about my journey from Nurse to Chiropractor.

9.51 am Received an email from someone who has been telling me for ages that he ought to come to me, but he was too busy.

9.55 am Called said man, who is now struggling so much he is having trouble putting his own socks on. NOW he finds time to come and see me, from his hectic schedule.

10 am Tuned into the radio to hear my interview

10.30 am Went to work, having heard nothing.

10.40 Whilst at work heard first half of my interview, thought I came across quite well.

11.40 Half heard second half of interview

1.05 pm Left work to go home

1.10 pm Ate mango, drank cup of tea, whilst doing hair and make-up, and changed my clothes.

1.30 pm Left home to drive to Crematorium

2 pm Attended funeral

2.25 Funeral finished

2.40 Went back to work (I didn’t know the deceased at all. Husband’s MIL, not my Mother I am his second wife)

3.45 Heard for the second time today that I have performed a miracle.

4.53 Left clinic to go and help friend out, by eating ice-cream

5.08 Arrived at said ice-cream parlour to find out that I was expected to dance for my supper.

5.40 pm Finished filming, left town to do a home visit.

9 pm Arrived home, sent email to person who emailled me this moring with directions for his appointment tomorrow. Also found new email from someone who is desperately looking for an appointment.

21.21 Write BNI 60 second presentation for the morning. Maybe I should just read this out.

I Survived.

Blessings Joy