…This was a week of complications. I had to find Joy in the uncomplicated or in the unravelling of the complicated. Here’s how it went…. 1. I tried to set up an account with a money transferring service only to find that I couldn’t connect my phone to my wifi at work – lost password. […]
In one of my posts, I did an exercise from a book, Lateral Thinking, by Edward de Bono. It’s a process by which you pick a random word and use it to solve a problem. My problem was the Winter “blahs” and my word was caruncle – an extraneous growth. The exercise is usually done
I’ve made it through January. This in itself is a distillation of pure Joy! Someone posted a poem on FB about the days of the month. It was a parody on the old “Thirty days hath September.” They managed to incorporate all the months and their respective days except for January, which the poet noted
My writing partner has given the word “hook,” as our writing challenge, with personal memory. This will, indeed, be a challenge for me, because it’s a word that doesn’t spark any enthusiasm. I didn’t immediately say, “Great, I have a few ideas.” In fact, for me the word is off-putting. I dislike the sound of
…..let me count the ways – my apologies to Elizabeth Barrett Browning. Well, 1. We had several days of brilliant sun this week – always a joy even in snow and bitter cold. 2. I resolved an issue with the person who is taking over the knitting retreat that eight of us have organized for
Most of this week has been grey – very grey with rain. I suppose I could have found some joy in the fact that at least it wasn’t snow. I also did enjoy the memory it gave me of living in England many years ago. I loved my two years in London and still keep
Taken from “The Aeneid” – “Of arms and the man, I sing.” OK it’s a poem celebrating war, struggles, conflicts…..what else is new? I rarely make resolutions, because I hate failure!! However, this year (2022) a knitting friend of mine shared a post on FB about a “Joy Jar.” Well, maybe it wasn’t actually called
“When troubles come, they don’t come as single spies, they come as in battalions.” So yes, when my husband died, I had to deal with a myriad of tasks in a very short space of time. I had to – 1. Contact a funeral service to deal with his remains and carry out a cremation.
