Some weeks there is nothing, as far as Joy is concerned – well almost nothing. I still have to get used to the idea that waking up in the morning should be an act of pure Joy. The last week of February, for example, was the week from Hell. However, I must have found some […]
….what is there about tragedy, misery and general dismay that makes us start to “sort things out?” I know everyone has their preferred method of dealing with s**t. Please fill me in. I need more “ammo” for the arsenal of handling a**holes. Generally, I cope with the nastiness life throws at me, by burying myself
My Joy this week has to be in finding this tiny Snowdrop, at the edge of the driveway, in bloom. OK, I have lots of Snowdrops scattered throughout the garden. Not one of them is even close to emerging. However, this one Snowdrop, precariously placed just inches from the cars that park in the driveway,
Our writing word for our writing challenge this time is “thinking.” Well, I have just spent several hours online trying to find a collection of books by Edward de Bono. He is the authority on thinking, especially creative thinking. I once had a good selection of his 70 odd books, but only two have survived
…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.
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
…..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
