Although I’ve had a perfectly good week in so many ways, I’m feeling a little agitated. It’s nothing big, and will all be forgotten in a few moments. It all started off with a photo. And I promise, this has nothing to do with cats. For once. Continue reading
Category Archives: Reflections
Yes, that’s right. Christmas isn’t over yet. Not in Italy. Today is Epiphany and last night thousands and thousands of Italian children will have been waiting for Befana, the Christmas Witch. I do hope that she paid special attention to Continue reading
This has never rung more true than now. I’m sure we’ll all come out stronger in some way… I have to believe that something positive will come out of all the crappiness. Being a cup half empty kinda girl, I’m going to try extra hard in believing that the cup is actually refillable! Which is timely as it’s G&T time
I feel a shift coming, especially after the events of this year. Sadness and fear has promoted me – and us – to look at things a little differently. It’s said that we should ‘make a difference’ or ‘be remembered’ in our lives. I’m not so sure about that. I know that I’ve had an impact on some people ; my son, my granddaughter, my darling husband and some of my patients from long ago. But I don’t want to change the world. I’ll leave that to other folk.
Neither Simon or I are big travellers. Partly driven by lack of funds, not by lack of interest, and very most possibly by my hatred of flying. It’s enough to see the world around us, we live in a most beautiful part of Italy, despite the recent movement beneath our feet. We love our home and being together with our animal family is very important to us. So how do we combine those things we hold dear? Well, a motorhome could be the answer. Like snails who travel, albeit slowly, but always with their home, we’ve decided to give it a go. Nelly the Spaniel and POOTiE the quake kitty are getting their passports, our drive is being levelled as I speak and we’re hopeful to get house sitters who will look after the two gigantic dogs who hate travel (as much as I hate planes) and our community of cats.
When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully at the closed door that we do not see the door that has opened for us. – Alexander Graham Bell
I have a romantic notion about becoming a nomad, for a time anyway. Travelling around Europe in short bursts in somewhere I can call home with familiar things around me. Visiting friends, writers, who I know only online and older pals who I haven’t seen for ages. Stopping off when the mood takes us and changing our plans if something appeals more. Observing life and culture not so different to ours, but different enough and hopefully gathering some inspiration to fuel stories yet to be told. A safe haven, for when things get scary and at the very least, a writing space all of my own.
Mad? Perhaps…but I’m determined to go through that open door.
6 Word Story Challenge: The Protector
Always present, my keeper never leaves.