Cup Half Empty?

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 

Nomad or Very mad?

wanderer-1717366_640I 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.