Break the Silence

There is a charity in Ayrshire called Break the Silence. Break the Silence is an independent Voluntary Organisation established to provide a range of free and confidential support services to adult survivors of childhood sexual abuse from Ayrshire.

A good business colleague friend of mine is heavily involved, and she has run this 10k twice before, and she always raised money for this cause. As a tribute to her, and the good work that they do, I have decided to raise funds for them too.

The statistics for childhood sexual abuse is mind-blowing. There have been high profile cases in the news in the past few years. Icons from my childhood have been imprisoned or only been found out after their death, to have commited horrible crimes on children, using their fame as a cover. Now more and more men are coming forward who have been sexually abused under the guise of “football coaching”. If you work with people, or socialise with anyone, the chances are that there are people you know who have been sexually abused in their childhood.

So every penny raised is used to get the survivors on the road to becoming Thrivers.

Turning Survivors in Thrivers

Training for the 10k run, is still in it’s early days, so sponsorship has not been promoted, although I have set up a JustGiving page to collect sponsor money. Please donate to this great cause.

Every Journey Single Step

 

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

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

 

 

 

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