Tuesday, 31 March 2009

AND IN FOURTH PLACE...... ME!!!


I want to say an enormous THANK YOU to every single person who voted for me.
It has been awe inspiring to me to know that you all cared enough to keep coming back, time and time again.
It is a shame that I have not won the $50 to put towards the roof in Mozambique, but it was not meant to be.

Funnily enough two blogger friends independently discovered a way that you could cheat to put the numbers up. And both decided not to do it, so as if I won, I won honestly and no-one could accuse me of cheating.

I'm now back into fourth place.

So as it stands at 7pm on the 31st March in fourth place is me with 327 votes for me, and 15 against me.
In third place is Ruth, who writes about dogs and has 334 votes.
Second is Gumbo Writer who has a brilliant 463.
And the winner is Anna F who has 580, my word she's got a lot of loyal friends.

I have to say I haven't enjoyed this experience much, it's felt difficult chivving everyone along to vote for me, so maybe I won't bother to think about being an MP (HAHAHA!!!!) I've felt guilty that my words weren't good enough in the interview, especially as I didn't read two of the questions right in the first place, so the answers didn't really make sense!

So I'll now continue to raise money in other ways, and will help the school raise a roof!!

Thank you again, I couldn't have got so far without you.

Peace and blessings on you for your generosity.

Sunday, 29 March 2009

A WALK ON THE WET/WILD/WARM SIDE





I spent a wonderful day yesterday with my very good friend Trousers. We have been walking together now about every 6 weeks, for the last 18 months.
The deal is I bring the sandwiches and coffee and he brings the chocolate and we walk wherever I've decided to go.
Yesterday we parked up in a wonderful village called Hartington in the Peak Park and walked to the river Dove, and then went beside it, there and back for a total of 8 miles.
The weather was almost different every five minutes, warm sunshine, pouring rain, billowing wind, and then start the cycle again.
We managed to have our picnic between storms, sitting on a log listening to the river gush and gurgle past us.
And as ever from the minute I picked him up at the station, we never shut up. We get on so well on so many levels, from the really daft to the soul searching serious stuff. The only thing we really don't have in common is our taste in music, but we're prepared to indulge each other in their odd tastes!!!!!!
We spent some time talking about blogging, which is how we met, he was the first person to ever comment on my blog nearly two years ago, and he'd also recently started blogging then.

We've both been in a difficult place about it recently, and it was good to know that the stuff going on in our own worlds was also going on in someone elses..... Always good to know we're not alone.

One of the things that has been perturbing me about blogging is my blog roll. I actually take blogging seriously..... it could be that I need to get a life,of course! But those people on my blog roll, get read and most times get commented on, as I think based on how I feel, it's important to have our words acknowledged. Otherwise why bother blogging, just keep a journal instead.

But for me there has to be a reciprocal thing going on, and some of the people on my blog roll, just get my comments and never respond back to me about my stuff. So in the interests of my feeling ok with this, I'm going to reduce my blog roll only to people who want to play in my garden sometimes, as I do theirs.

For those making comments, as you often do, I don't expect you to write every time I post. I post such a lot. I know you come and go as your lives take you. YOU are not the people I'm talking about and I wont's be taking any of you off my blog roll anytime, as I consider you to be my friends.

If however you do ever comment on my stuff, be assured that I will come over to your site and leave a comment, it think it's the only way to behave. And if there then becomes a mutuality of visiting then you would go on my blog roll.

Whilst I'm on a roll here..... Followers, what is this about? You get a collection of nice little pics, and the knowledge that, at least once they had to have visited your blog, but not necessarily ever again after they have put the little pic up.
On the one hand I love getting new followers it makes me feel good. But on the other side of the coin it frustrates the hell out of me when the person never bothers with me again.

Now I actually do know where all my feelings come from on this, and how my childhood relates to my perceptions as an adult and I also know what I need to do to feel ok within myself. So if the followers list disappears don't be surprised. The people who I love/like/know will still be there on my blog roll. But the one time hangers on, unless they communicate with me are going.

I am sorry if this all seems a bit harsh, but for my own reasons I need to do this tidying up of my blog to keep me in a healthy place about it.

The photographs are from yesterday by the river Dove when the sun came out for odd moments.

Tuesday, 24 March 2009

WORDS, WHAT CAN THEY DO?


words like trees can overcrowd
words, can let you smile when someone cares
words, can make you cry when they are harsh
words, can give you hope when all feels lost
words, can make a dream come true
words, can tear your world apart
words, can give you strength and the courage to go on
words, can take away our liberty
words, can unite us in the fight
words, can hold us in our times of need
words, can destroy a history shared
words, can caress with a soft whisper of desire
words, can do all these things and more.
but without the love and hate from others none of these will come true.
so love your friends and beware your enemies
and only say the words that you would want to hear yourself.

Sunday, 22 March 2009

COME AND SEE MY BEDROOM

Because I seem to have run out of things to say for the moment, and I like letting myself be known I thought I'd take you a tour round my bedroom. Some bloggers already know it from coming to my parties, and one or two bloggers have slept in it!!!(well if I'm being honest two, but I was having relationships with them both at the time, separately I might add!!)

The bedroom is painted cyclamen pink, it's a really rich colour, which I adore. In fact every room in my house is a rich colour. So that if you stand in any one doorway on the landing you can see that the bedrooms are pink- mine, dark lime green-eldests, yellow- youngests, grey- bathroom and the landing walls are the colour of coffee with milk.

My house is full of collections of stuff, I started collecting when I first left home at 21. My first collection was antique perfume bottles, they live in an old glass sweet cabinet in the hall. I have a shelf of old sweetie tins; glass bottles, some of these were dug up from the garden of the house I used to live in; wooden toys, that mainly belonged to my father; paintings, most of which are painted by family members, silver cigarette cases, powder compacts, seashells, books and plants, and we won't even go on to talk about the shoes and jumpers!!!

Most of the things I own go back to the 1920/30/40s. I just love holding a powder compact or cigarette case in my hand, and thinking about who might have used it first. In fact one of my favourites is a cigarette case that inside is inscribed.... 'Ruth 1939' Did she know there was a war coming, did she survive, was she happy, all of those sort of questions go around when I hold onto these things.


So without further ado, welcome to my bedroom.




The paintings above my bed are painted by Kit when he was 14, a family friend, my sister when she was 16 and my niece when she was 12. My sister and niece both went on to get fine art degrees!
The photographs by my bed are my parents and my old dog. And just about visible on the other side are my bears.



The beautiful piece of antique sari material was brought back from India by Kit a few years ago when he went for a summer.



My dressing table has an art nouveau mirror, my collection of compacts and two very old fans on it, one of which is an old ostrich fan. And a silver cigarette box that was my fathers and inside it is a letter he wrote to my Mum when he found out she had cancer. And my Mum's silver brush and mirror that my Dad brought her for their 25th wedding anniversary




My window sill has some of my blue glass bottles, and some old scent bottles and either side are my cigarette cases. On the window itself is the beautiful hanging glass that Sorrow gave me last summer and above that hang four crystals that fill my room with rainbows in the morning sun.



Finally next to my chest of drawers hang some of my evening bags that go back to the 1920s.

Well I hope you have enjoyed seeing in my bedroom, I have enjoyed showing you. It's so easy to stop seeing the beauty around us. And although 'things' themselves don't matter I love to have these 'things' from others and my own past. They give me a sense of continuity with the world, a sense of belonging. And particularly with the things that have been in my family that belonged to my Great Grandmother and are therefore the best part of 140 years old.

Friday, 20 March 2009

FINDING JOY WHEREVER IT IS.


This was Trix in the sunshine yesterday afternoon,down by the reservoir. The hills in the background are where I walked in the morning, 8 miles with my friends.


My car today after having been out and done the shopping, with the roof down and the soundtrack of Slumdog Millionaire playing loud.... really great music


These are the flowers that originate in Africa and where brought up from London by my eldest son for Mother's day.


These were the tulips given to me by my youngest son for Mothering Sunday, before they both went off to Amsterdam for the weekend


This is a Primula in my garden and the intensiveness of the colour in the sunshine made me smile


These are my new red shoes that make me feel like Dorothy,in the Wizard of Oz. I'll just click my heels and I'll be in Kansas with Toto, or perhaps better still Devon with Trixie.

These are things that have brought me joy in the last 24 hours. And of course knowing how wonderful you all are with your continued voting. I see that a new person has snuck up on me and is leading the way. Que sera sera.

Wednesday, 18 March 2009

VOTE VOTE VOTE every 24 hours for another two weeks.


OK you lot this is not the time to be sitting on my laurels here. I am right now this minute 2 points ahead. But it won't last unless you VOTE VOTE VOTE.
And if you don't vote I'm sending Angela round cause she has got the bit between her teeth here, and is almost a one woman crusade!!!
Love you lots Angela, you are a wonderful force in my life.
Don't care what you think of me, love me or loathe me it's your choice, but do this for the kids in Mozambique who's school was destroyed in a cyclone and don't have a building left.
Okay I know that $50 won't set the world alight but it's a start from me. I have other plans in the pipeline to raise a lot more money.
It seems mighty unjust to me that in the small provincial town I live in there are 20 computers in every classroom. And this isn't a wealthy town by any means. And there are innocent children out in the world, who seriously want to learn who are scrabbling around in the dust.
This world is shrinking fast but it is too much a place of haves and have nots.
This just makes a small start and takes no effort on your part other than clicking your index finger twice.
I also know this is getting to be a pain but there's less than two weeks to go.
Go on your finger needs the exercise.
And I repeat my promise not to inflict anything like this on anyone here again.

Tuesday, 17 March 2009

PLEASE VOTE AND HELP THE SCHOOL


No words other than .... please vote for me.
And please don't worry about leaving a comment.
Wait till I write a proper post.

I can't tell you how grateful I am that you are bothering to vote in the first place.
It is almost at the stage of feeling embarrassing to me. And if it wasn't for the fact that I want to give the money to help put a roof on a school in Mozambique, I wouldn't keep asking. Actually I'm looking forward to this being over now, regardless.

I do find it sad that some people have voted against me. Not that I think they don't have that right, they of course do. Just seems a waste voting when it doesn't make any difference to the total. And I do know that the blogger in the lead has also had negative votes. Seems a bit spiteful to me.

So having had no other words to say, I as usual seem to have managed more as ever!!!

Monday, 16 March 2009

BEYOND EXCITING.........


Can't think of anything meaningful to write so just some bits and bobs that are in my head.....














......So that clears that up then!!!!

The weather today has been wonderful, and when I got home it was still warm enough for me to sit outside with my book. And for Al and Trix to be playing in the garden.Great for a feeling of well being all round.

Client, who I had the bet with for the bunch of flowers,came back today.... her life is changed. She has turned it round in a week. At the end of the session I asked if she wanted another one. She decided she didn't need it, and then asked who was getting the flowers. I said she should buy them for me.... She announced that she'd been the one to do all the work!..... brilliant reaction, absolutely brilliant. So I suggested that she buy them for herself, which she thought was a great idea.

Love it when that happens. The power of giving oneself permission to think and act differently. To be able to communicate to others that 'I am no longer going to be a victim' Can't beat it.

And the really exciting news of the week is I've brought myself some new walking boots. Now that may not seem that thrilling to you. But I've been walking around on boots with a sole that every stone I walked on ground into my feet. So now I'm walking on air in a pair of Hi-tec boots. So I don't have to substitue my equally uncomfortable wellies on short walks with Trix. And apart from training her not to want to try and eat my socks when I'm putting them on preparing to go out we're doing well.

I mean why would I want to live in a place where Pierce Brosnan is filming, or go wandering round beauty spots in California, or tracking elephants in Africa when I can go into the place where my boots are and talk to them about how wondrous they are?

If you have any answers to the above, don't bother it was rhetorical!

Sometimes,just sometimes my life is beyond exciting!


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Guess what I'm going to say now..... Yep that's right..... Vote for me please.
I am second but the leader is 20 points in front of me now

Saturday, 14 March 2009

NOT A GOOD WAY TO END A BIRTHDAY, PERHAPS???


This is my youngest son on his 18th birthday with his best mate!!!!!

So your youngest son gets to be 18 on Friday 13th. All is going well. Presents have been given, time with mum spent, and off he goes out drinking with his mates.

Now he is not a stranger to drinking despite it only being legal for the first time today. He has been going out and drinking since he was 15.

Which if your British won't be so shocking and if American ... very.

I remember my father telling me the story of when he reached 18 and telling the landlady that he was 18 and therefore legal, she throw him out of the pub, as he'd been a regular for the previous two years.

I started drinking when I was 16, not that I liked it much, took to my 40th birthday for me to appreciate the taste of gin and tonic. Nowadays I only drink Bombay Sapphire when I drink gin. And really other than Champagne, which I adore you can keep booze.

But I digress, one of youngest's mates in his infinite wisdom decides that the very thing Al needs is 10 shots for his birthday. By this time Alex has been drinking a mixture of beer and Sambucca all evening ( not in the same glass I hasten to add!!!!!)

The shots are a mixture of alcohols, Al says he can't drink 10 shots, so they are all put in one glass and he necks it.

This is when life goes wrong for my baby!!!

He decides that someone has been staring at him, he goes outside the club he is in, and punches the person in the face. Now it would have been okay if he hadn't done it in full view of the Police!!!! They had no choice but to arrest him.

So my little angel spends his birthday night in the cells sleeping off the affects of the alcohol. He managed to phone me on his way to the police station to alert me to what had happened, and before he was put in the cell he phoned me again.

He didn't know which police station he was in. I managed to locate him this morning only to be told there was absolutely no point in going down there. As once he'd been interviewed he'd be let out.

He arrived home at midday in a police car. He had a shower and then went straight out to watch the match (only one that counted round here today, Liverpool v Manchester!! and Al has been a Liverpool supporter always)

But this evening he has spent three hours with his aunt and uncle and me, coping with us taking the piss out of him for his antics.

Now of course on one level these have just added to his street cred. But Al is not so stupid to know that actually this is not the way he wants to run his life. And that if he hadn't been so inebriated it would never have happened. Or rather he'd have noticed the presence of the police and acted accordingly perhaps!!!

But whatever, he has been able to talk about his experience openly and what his feelings outside of the bravado are, so although it was a terrible way to end his 18th birthday, it was also a salutatory lesson for him, which he appreciates..... if only cause the food was so bad in the nick!!!


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Ever such a small nag.....I've moved up into second place but I really need for you all to vote again, as the leader is 12 points in front of me. I know this is a pain, and my words weren't that exciting in the first place but I'm just thinking how valuable that $50 dollars would be going towards the roof. I promise never to do anything like this again here..... but in the meantime .... PLEASE VOTE!!!!!
xxxx

Wednesday, 11 March 2009

WHEN YOU CAN'T SEE THE WOOD FOR THE TREES?


Recently, as in yesterday, according to the wonderful astrologer Jonathan Cainer I have Venus in my astrological sign. And what's more it's going to be there till June. Although right at the moment it's retrograde.... No I don't understand it either.

Except Mr Cainer assures me that love is on the way. In fact he was bold enough to tell me that it just wasn't love, but a real deep loving relationship is coming towards me.

Interestingly I did a couple of Tarot readings on myself in a quiet moment on Monday. The first question I asked the cards was, is there any romance coming my way? Answer, definitely. Yeah, well that may or may not be true.

So the second question I asked, is what do I need to be mindful of at the moment? Answer,at the end of a reading very similar to the first was The Lovers card!! Make of that what you will

Now on the one hand I dismiss what the Tarot says and have done in the past. Except that when the Tarot told me that a love affair I thought would be for ever was going to end and I disbelieved it, whadda yer know it come true!!

So I doubt the cards at my peril, cause even though my logical brain goes phooey at them. My emotional brain knows they don't lie.

All of which means is that I'm hurtling towards a love affair/relationship whether I believe it or not. Watch this space.

So the question is, would it help do you think if I went out of the house occasionally????

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When I last looked I'm 12 behind the first in the blog interview, c'mon vote for me, you know you want to!! You don't have to even have a blog, just hit the voting box on my side bar, it's anonymous. Pretty please with bows on.
xx


I've gone up to second place my one vote, c'mon make it happen for those children with no walls and roof,and just the floor from their school that got destroyed in a cyclone

Tuesday, 10 March 2009

LIGHT AND JOY, WHO'D SWAP IT




I still need votes, I'm still in third place, the school still needs a roof, you can vote every 24 hours. Nag over!
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I wanted to write about more stuff related to self hate, with particular reference to dealing with the affects of being bullied.

But not sure whether it's the sort of stuff I should put on this blog. Now I know I can write what I want. But I have this mad desire to have readers of my blog as well!
So have you any views, or for that matter any psychological thing that you would like to read about. I almost feel like I could turn into some kind of mad agony aunt here, where you email me the question and I write the answer on my blog!!!!

Strangely, today at work I was almost quoting the item I wrote over the weekend about the cliffs to a client. So I think my best use of it, is to copy it and give it out as a handout.

I often give out pieces of paper... and sometimes they even have writing on them!!!!My three most used are the Nelson Mandela inaugural speech. The poem by Robert Frost, called the Road less Travelled, and a list of basic human rights.

I dish these out endlessly when I want people to know that they can stop being frightened, do have choices and have the same rights as others around them.

The flip side for me of all of this, and this is particularly true now I'm doing my two full time therapy days one after another is, it is exhausting. It is exhausting trying to sell people self belief. To hold people in that place where they can learn to accept themselves. To learn to love themselves.

In fact yesterday I did something I've never done before in 25 years as a therapist. I bet a client a £5 bunch of flowers that in 12 sessions they will learn to like them self. The client bet me a £5 bunch of flowers that I wouldn't succeed. I think it's a no brainer, cause by the time the first hour had been spent together the client left feeling lighter inside than they had ever before.

I, as you know love my job, I love the idea of giving hope to people. Although it isn't me that gives them hope, it's them. Okay I expand a fearsome amount of energy in helping them understand that they can change. I love that someone comes into see me for the first time, with all the pain and anguish they have been carrying for as long as. And through talking some to me, but more often, me talking to them and explaining why they feel as they do, I can see a light come in inside them, a small flickering candle, or a full on beacon. Doesn't matter whatever it is, the joy I get from knowing that whatever happens to the person in the future, they cannot unlearn what they will have learnt in therapy with me, and that, that has made a difference to the quality of their life, is nothing short of astounding to me.

What of course so ironic, is that for all my skills I still manage to screw myself up in knots..... Difference is for me, is that even though I go to the place of self hate, or whatever I don't stay there long. Cause I make myself do the things I ask my clients do, I let go of my pain. Whether I do that in crying or screaming or telling my friends, I do it. Not for me the pain of depression or long term anxiety or alcoholism. Watched my parents have those, certainly don't need to take any of those on board for myself.

Which is of course why I do what I do.... grow up watching people you love suffer and it certainly gives your the impetuous to help others!

The photographs were taken in the Roaches last week on a walk in the spring sunshine.

PS Just got this from today@dailyOM.com
And thought it ties in so well with both the last two posts. It really is a great site to have come in your mail box every morning.Check it out if you like inspirational words to start your day.

Come True
Personal Power

Many of us have do not understand what personal power means. We have been given the false notion that power is bad that it is something we use to exert our will upon others. In fact, when our personal power is intact, we are neither overbearing nor meek. We have a clear sense of our strength and the impact we can have on others. This actually enables us to be more sensitive. Personal power is what permits us to work on behalf of our dreams and desires. It allows us to realize that we are worthy and deserve to be heard. In addition, our personal power lets us extend the respect we know that we deserve to the people around us. There is no reason to be afraid or ashamed of fully owning your power.

In the chakra system, the solar plexus is the seat of personal power. One way to evaluate your sense of power is to breathe into this part of the body. If it feels tight or nervous, it is an indication that you may not be fully expressing your power. You can heal this imbalance by expanding the area of the solar plexus with your breath. You can also visualize a bright yellow sun in this part of your body. Allow its heat to melt any tension, and let its light dissolve any darkness or heaviness. Repeating this exercise on a regular basis can restore and rejuvenate your sense of power.

Another way to nurture your personal power is to honor your dreams and desires by making concrete plans to manifest them in the world. Start by making a list of things you want, and let yourself think big. Choose one goal from the list and commit to bringing it to fruition. In addition, break the goal into tasks that you can work on each day. Know that you deserve to have your dreams come true and that you have the power to bring them into being.

Saturday, 7 March 2009

FEAR OF THE CLIFF EDGE!!!! and how to learn to like ourselves


I am aware, in writing this that there are a complete myriad of experiences that I'm skipping over, that can affect an individual to lower their self esteem. But this is a blog post,not a chapter of my book, so please forgive me, for not stopping at any one point. There is too much to say and I want you to want to read this, and not collapse with the effort of reading too much in a post!

Please vote for me, the box to hit is at the top of my side bar, you can vote every 24 hours, that school in Mozambique needs a roof RIGHT! At the moment I'm third, I need to be top to help raise funds!
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Have you ever stood at the edge of a cliff, and been scared that if you took another step forward that you would fall of the edge and smash on the rocks below?
And sometimes a braver soul than us takes that step forward, and we realise that there is another ledge, and that us believing it was a sheer drop was wrong, and that actually there is a path down the cliff to a wonderful little cove at the bottom. One where the sea is clear, the beach is fine sand, and it is ours for the duration, as everyone else stands at the top being frightened of taking that first step into the unknown.

This is what I do in my job, I take people by the emotional hand, and take them over the edge of their fear, to prove there is nothing to be frightened of, except fear itself. That, when we face what it is we are scared of that our fears are groundless. That those fears have come about because of the stories we have believed about ourselves.

The stories make up our personal history. Whether they are good or bad doesn't matter. It doesn't matter whether we have been taught them by someone else, or if we have made the stories up for ourselves. They are what we believe, and we act according to how the stories dictate we should behave. This for the people who come to see me, are usually stories that have a detrimental effect on them.

People who have a positive outlook on life and have a healthy self esteem, only occasionally pass through my door, when a life event has knocked them off their confident spot for a moment. So I'm not talking about them.

I'm talking about the people who are hooked into self hate. The sort of self hate that makes us believe that we can't ever feel any differently about ourselves. That we aren't worth anything. That everyone else is happier, more confident,copes better than we do. And on and on and on......

The people, who self hate believe the worst of themselves, whilst viewing others in really wonky spectacles that have them believing that the others all are all confident and coping.... yeah right! As if that view is the correct one.

It is this deluded belief, that keeps people trapped at the top of the cliff. They can't move forward because of fear, they know they can't go backwards, so they stay there, like rabbits trapped in the headlights, hating themselves and envying others.

The point is, we can change our views about ourselves, we do not have to keep playing the same old record over and over again, so perpetuating the same self hate.
We can learn to see the world through more balanced specs, ones that show us that we are equal to others, not lessor beings, equal ones.

When a child is born, all they want is to be loved, cared for and cherished. They get this in the first instance by crying to get their needs met, feeding, changing burping. And very quickly the baby learns to show their appreciation of that love, by gurgling and smiling at the contact with their parent. At around the age of two the child is still wanting those same needs to be met, but is having a temper tantrum in the supermarket wanting sweeties, and wanting them NOW!! What we have been taught and what we teach others is that if we 'behave' then we can have the sweeties later.

Prior to this age the child is incapable of learning logical rational thought, their lives have been taken up with learning to walk, talk feed themselves etc. But at the point of the temper tantrum, they have enough brain space to start learning how society wants them to behave. As in British society; don't be a baby, act your age, don't cry and so on. These messages come thick and fast from our parents, teachers and our peer group. And so we learn to not show our feelings, we learn to work within the constraints of the society we belong to. But what doesn't happen is we don't loose these feelings, we just learn to hide them.

As small children we also want to belong, so most small children at some point tell their parents they are going to marry them when they grow up. Then when the children go to school, they want to belong to another group. This is where peer pressure comes in, and to be part of the gang is vital; the child must have the right trainers, watch the right TV shows or whatever initiation rights are deemed correct, for admittance to this precious gang.

Once we become adults, we may have stopped having to watch the same programmes as everyone else, we may choose what to wear, without having to comply to the gang uniform, but we hook into still being wrong. And we do this in our feelings.
Someone is always there to tell us what to feel, and if we have any self doubts we hook into their being right, which must in turn, make us wrong.

It is our wrongness that increases the self hate, that belief system that says our feelings are wrong. My response to that is to say BULLSHIT! Our feelings are unique to us and therefore cannot be wrong. Just ask yourself what did you eat for your last meal and ask a mate what they ate.... why didn't you have the same as them, cause you're YOU and you can make choices about what you eat, what you wear, what religious beliefs you may hold, what your political persuasion is, and you do all of these by making your own mind up.

So why on earth are your feelings wrong? Who's feelings are they? How does anyone know what is going on inside you? Who has the right to make you feel differently?
Answer NO-ONE!!! Your feelings are yours, just as you made the choice of what to eat for breakfast, your feelings and responses are yours and yours alone.

And once anyone starts knowing that it is the first step into a healthy self esteem and the place of self cherishing and loving that we all need to have for ourselves.

We are all okay, we really are. And even though there are always tough emotional times in any life, if we have a a belief in the rightness and equality of ourselves, in relation to others, then we can start to not beat ourselves up for not being like others. Cause the biggest secret going here is that all those 'successful' people are running scared to, they just might not be doing it at the same moment that you are!

I'm not setting myself up here as someone who is above all of this stuff at all. I know most of it cause I am me. I know what it feels like to self hate, and it has been my determination not to stay in that place, that makes me know what I know now.And even more importantly for me to have learned to on the whole like myself.

Cause if we learn to like ourselves, then we cannot destroy ourselves.

today@dailyom.com This a great inspirational site, which weirdly today echoes what I've written about. The collective unconscious at work again perhaps?

Tuesday, 3 March 2009

SEASIDE PICS AND NOT MUCH ELSE.





These photos are of the beach at Dawlish Warren a small seaside place lying between the estuary's of the rivers Ex and Teign in Devon. They were all taken around the same time, just with me turning round to face the sun and then to face the dunes.

So now J and are are planning a trip away, the last two years we've been for a long weekend in Belgium and in France, so now it's the turn of Amsterdam. This will be in May so that any trace of my sons visit in March will have disappeared and the inhabitants of the city will not associate me with the pair of them after they have been to celebrate Alex being 18!!

I learnt something really weird tonight, I was as ever, sitting blogging and I could hear this odd crunching sound..... my dog bites her nails!!! Well claws but you know what I mean. I didn't know dogs did that, or is mine just whacky?

Not got a lot to say tonight, I'm building up to a long post on self hate/love.

Don't forget to vote for me, pretty please with a bow on top!!

Monday, 2 March 2009

VOTE FOR ME NOW I'M BACK!!!


I did get interviewed and you can see it and vote for me, if you are so inclined on my sidebar.If I win I will be donating the prize money to help raise a roof in Mozambique

So I'm back, and I'm exhausted, which comes of thinking that of course I can get up at 5am drive for three and half hours up from Devon and then across Birmingham rush hour, get to work, apply make up, drink coffee and do a full day's therapy.... and now I'm just a tad tired. So writing this with energy supplied by getting home and eating two pieces of ham!

My weekend was lovely....

Started with just getting off the motorway as my petrol light was shouting at me, buy fuel now or else! Fortunately sorted that and picked up flowers for both sets of friends.

Arrived at Max's to be handed a glass of fizz within seconds of getting through the door. And then got into some serious four hour chatting, before going on to J&Ds for the night.

Saturday J and me went to Dartmouth, the sun came out, and it was quite warm in sheltered spots. We did the shops, lovely summer skirt for me and new earrings for both of us, before we got to river front, which had to be walked along even though it was cold there.

Dartmouth is where the Naval College is, for the training of Officers in the British Navy for the last couple of hundred years, so the town is very old with many lovely old houses placed climbing up the hills round the town. It is an estuary town, and looking out towards the sea entrance there is the old fortification of Dartmouth Castle.

Once we'd reckoned on having done enough walking to merit food it was off to the Cherub. This is an Elizabethan pub that has been in use for hundreds of years. It's really snug inside with an open fire and dark wood panelling all round with a rickerty staircase going up two floors to the 'Ladies' Going here is an absolute must. As it has, as far as I'm concerned the best view out of any toilet window anywhere. It's of the tumbling roofs below, to a view of the harbour between the buildings.

There was however a disaster, there was no crab.... so I had to make do with prawn sandwiches to go with my scrumpy cider!

Back to J's to walk the dog in the park and then to check out the estate agents windows for a house for me! Couldn't see the one I've had my eye on, so not sure whether it's still for sale. But there wasn't any point in checking it out since not ready to move yet.

On Sunday the three of us and Lucy the dog went to Dawlish Warren beach for a long walk. More sun, and crashing waves. So, as ever when I go on any beach the pockets of my coat are filled with interesting stones and sea shells....

And back for the longest Sunday lunch in the world all cooked by D whilst J and got through the bottle of fizz I'd brought with me. Scallops and prawns in a white wine and cheese sauce, followed by roast duck with a red wine and thyme dressing. After this the only sensible thing to do was sleep so we all retired to various corners of the house to nap (sleep of the alcohol!!) before finally having steamed syrup sponge about 7pm.

All of which is why I was prepared to be exhausted today as being at J&Ds house for Sunday is one of my most favourite activities in the world ever.To be with good friends, with great conversation and lots of laughter whilst sharing food and wine is unbeatable in my book.

So just got to wait till April now to visit both sets of mates again, either side of a visit to St Ives in Cornwall where another friend has very kindly relocated to, so I can visit her!!!

Pictures when I get round to downloading them