Happy birthday Pops..

Happy birthday Pops..

I write this post on my father’s birthday. My dad would have been 104. My amazing precious father is still with me though it is 8 years since he passed.  I have approached this day in a more low key manner than usual, perhaps because this birthday celebrations...
Easter blessings…

Easter blessings…

As I write this post I do so sat in our lovely garden.  Around this time of the year the beech hedge starts to fill out and bloom and this time is no exception. So much has happened in the past two years let alone in the last ten years but nature reminds us of how we...
Cracked open again!!

Cracked open again!!

Last July I made the first big #commitment and change to my life from being in survival mode to perhaps giving myself permission to stretch myself and allow myself to be 💖 loved. It sounds sad and heavy but honestly, it isn’t. I’ve been blessed with a very privileged...
Cracked open..

Cracked open..

“Be Yourself. Everyone else is taken.” Oscar Wilde Do you ever feel you have cracked open and you didn’t realise you needed to? Sometimes we hurt so much that we retreat almost in self preservation mode. That’s what happened to me when my dad...
Acceptance!

Acceptance!

Acceptance is a gift You will have heard about the different stages of grief of which acceptance is one of them.  From experience grief is not something that follows a standard formula for each one of us will navigate through this path in our own unique way.  One of...
8 years!

8 years!

  “When I see the sunshine I see my father smile”  DMP. Time has moved on but in many ways I feel time has stood still as I mark 8 years to the day my father left his body and my physical world. How am I supposed to feel I wonder, whole again or still...