Tips for Survival #2

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And following on from that –

“One day, you will wake up and there won’t be anymore time to do the things you’ve always wanted. Do it now.”

  • Paulo Coelho

And if you still haven’t got it, listen to Buddha –

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Life is short. Make the most of now.

Where the heart is

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Home. This is Wellington, the city I call home. This photo was taken a few days ago at Petone Beach where I often take my dog. (She whines every time we drive past it!)

As a teenager I couldn’t wait to leave, and never would have thought that I would return to voluntarily call Wellington home. I have lived in a number of other towns and cities, as well as several other countries but this is the place I choose to call home.

I love the hills, the many beaches, the skyline, the bush and gardens and parks that seem to surround the city. I love how there are forest walks close by, walking tracks and cycle ways. I love the bird life here, and hearing native tuis sing -even in the heart of the city. I love the ‘feel’ this city has – a sense of authenticity, of being absolutely real; a place where you can be yourself; it’s not pretentious, and doesn’t pretend to be anything other than what it is.

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I love the colours of my city; the water, hills and the skies – and every day is different.

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And some days are absolutely glorious!

Thought for the day: 28 Oct 2016

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Hope. Such a little word but it can have SO great an impact.

Over the years I have struggled with depression and in the midst of my own downward spiral, I know this: ‘Hold on to hope’ – sometimes it seems almost impossible…   And when the going gets tough, there are two specific keys; two things I try to remember:

  1. “This too will pass” – the world I am seeing right now will not always be the way it currently seems. Things change – perhaps not as quickly as I’d like them to but as time passes, so my perspective can (and usually does) change.
  2. “Hold on to hope” – in times of relative calm, I know there are so many things I can hold on to, and there is so much I have to be grateful for. Not so in times of despair, so I try to remind myself simply:  HOLD. ON. TO. HOPE.

The stuff of life isn’t always easy. But it’s also in the stuff of life where we learn about ourselves – who we really are, what really matters to us, what we truly believe.

Sometimes, just to hope, is enough.

Don’t lose hope.

 

my small companion

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I wanted to share with you my favourite photo of my small companion. She is fifteen this year (in people years that is!) and she’s a Jack Russell/Fox Terrier cross. She has a great personality and a really lovely nature. She enjoys pretty good health for an ‘old girl’ and loves to our walks together. Some days she has so much energy she runs around like a crazy thing while other days will find her traipsing along at a much more lady-like pace. She is always enthusiastic about exercise, and food, and walks, and food, and playing, going for walks, oh and food!

My husband has had her since she was only a few weeks old, the runt of the litter than no-one wanted, until he found her. My husband and I have been only been together for the past 5 years, and prior to that I had always thought of myself as a cat person. Now I’m both a crazy cat lady and a crazy dog lady!

She is a great companion and a true friend.

Here’s to my small companion.

Thought for the day: 23 Oct 2016

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I have just started re-posting on this blog after a number of months, and feel like it’s time to remind myself of some wisdom from times gone by. If my thoughts for the day are well known and you’ve heard/seen them all before – I make no apologies. The purpose of this blog is self-discovery and to remind myself of what’s important to me. And sometimes that means going back to basics – which is what I intend to do for a period. I trust they will be a gentle reminder to you (like old friends), as they are to me, of what I believe, value and hold on to (similar to foundation stones), and choose to be remind myself of on a regular basis.

Enjoy 🙂

The ME I carry inside


The ME I carry inside is the result of years of life experience,
Of good days and bad, of decisions and the lack of,

Of events I didn’t choose, and plans I mapped out,

Of goals and dreams and hopes, some realised, some put aside,

some relegated to darkest corners of my memory;

Of people I have encountered along the way

Of joys and sorrows shared, connections made,

Of pain concealed and private reflection, veiled belief and unspoken debate,

Of contemplation, musings and silent brooding.

 

The ME I carry inside is the product of psychological carcinogens,

Of cerebral warfare, bayonets and subliminal Molotov cocktails

Of emotional barbed wire and incarceration

The target of soul destroying machine guns and flame throwers

Mere cannon fodder in someone else’s pitiful game.

A pawn, a pilgrim, journeyman, jester and vagrant.

A queen, a fool, artisan, washerwoman and dreamer.

 

The ME I carry inside is a little girl who is trying to sing

with a trembling voice.  I see her courage, her tears and sense her pain

And all I feel is compassion and kindness

I want her to be safe, and to be cared for

To hear her story and tend her scars, for her to live without fear,

I wish for her a haven to run to, a place of healing and peace

A safe secret enclave where one can breathe and simply be

I wish her quiet forests and places of peace

 

The ME I carry inside is on a journey

Where the sun has burnt and the winters have been harsh

And if I don’t care for her – who will?

Just as I would love and care for another with her story

So I choose to care for the ME I carry inside

I will give her time: to be, to breathe, to feel the wind on her face

And I will nourish her soul and apply balm to her feet

And give her the time to speak of all she’s known

And I will say “Rest here, beloved child”

 

I am unique, a precious stone, beautiful and with hidden depths.

I am creating a habit of self care and self compassion

This is not the end of my story.

 
[Originally posted on this blog in February 2016]

I am thankful

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Some days I’m blown away by how much I have to be grateful for.

I am grateful for my life. With all it’s ups and downs, good times and bad, times of plenty and times with little, I have enjoyed so much variety. I have lived in a number of different countries and enjoyed a wide variety of roles (both paid and unpaid). I have seen a good chunk of the world; met a wonderful cross section of people; had some incredible experiences.

After many years of being single, at 47 I met and married the man of my dreams – a strong man, practical and capable; a man who knows his own mind, who has a strong moral code and an unquestionable sense of right and wrong; a man who had surprisingly little baggage for someone his age, who swears a lot and doesn’t care what you think about his language or behaviour; a man who has an absolute heart of gold! He’s teaching me not to care about what other people think, and that he loves me no matter what. I feel cherished by a lover for the first time I can remember. And safe – that surprised me early on – I felt so comfortable in his presence and that I could say anything (really, ANYTHING) and it would be ok. He accepts me as I am, and is not judgmental. And here we are almost 5 years on and he is my best friend, he does as much housework as I do (maybe more), he cooks more than I do, and even better, and he makes me laugh 🙂

I am grateful for my job, in fact for the variety of jobs I’ve had over the years. At the moment my job is great – more physical than I’m used to, but I’m enjoying that too. And I have The Best boss – who I seldom see but we chat or text regularly and she lets me get on with my job without micro-managing me.

I have a house that is lovely – needs work here and there but we’ll get to that when we can afford to… in the meantime we are surrounded by several lovely gardens (which we planted) and some well established trees. We have a reserve behind us and often see native birds in our backyard and around the neighbourhood: tuis and wood pidgeons, fantails, waxeyes and yellowhammers amongst others. We have native bush walks nearby and a national forest on our (almost) doorstep.

I am blessed to enjoy my health, and love walking, and we have an enthusiastic, elderly fox terrier/Jack Russell cross who adores being taken for walks and will happily outwalk me any time she can!

I have friends and family, special people with whom I have shared special life experiences and some of whom I feel really ‘get’ me – and for that I am SO very grateful.

I am happy and healthy. I am aware that I have SO much to be grateful for – and the above are just a few of the things that today I wish to acknowledge my gratitude for.