This word has been rattling around in my head all week. The difference a day makes in the learning process of a new skill. The difference in our mood when we’re doing something we enjoy. The difference between finding your joy and trudging along in a rut.Continue reading “Five Days Later”
This week Charli at Carrot Ranch prompts us to write about a swift passage. In 99 words, no more, no less. I’m remembering my father, as we all here on the blogsphere express our sadness on the recent passing of Sue Vincent!
I must walk my path without you here to shine your light and guide the way.
Or so I believed when you embarked on your swift passage.
But I’m not without you, because when the sun shines upon me, I remember how warm you made me feel.
When the gentle wind blows in my face, I feel your soft embrace.
I hear your laughter when the rain pitter-patters on my window.
When the birds sing I hear you whistling a tune.
I’m not afraid to walk my path because I know when I reach the end, you’ll be there.
This week’s 99-word flash fiction challenge on Charli’s Carrot Ranch, will be presented to Sue Vincent as part of a celebration event for Sue and her writing.
Sue is a much-loved member of the blogging and writing community. At the moment she is facing a battle with her health and all the writers at Carrot Ranch are coming together to support Sue through their stories. You can read about Sue HERE!
The prompt for this flash is; In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about life as a river of consciousness.
Through the Rough
As a young girl, under the watchful eyes of my father, I paddled with the minnow in the shallow part of Dundragon River. The safe part, where the water flowed gently across a million pebbles.
As years passed, I ventured further up the river. Deeper, muddier waters, where I learned to trust my own judgement in the absence of my protector. Tread carefully or be swallowed.
Keep my head above the water and prepare for the inevitable ripples. When the dam breaks, keep swimming, knowing that those watchful eyes will guide me across the rough, to gentle waters again.
Christmas is a time for nostalgia and tradition. Traditions are an opportunity for us to create long lasting memories, and the smells that surround us at Christmas time plays a part in creating these memories. The link between our sense of smell and our memory is the reason why the many different aromas that waft through our homes around Christmas time, has the power to evoke memories of Christmas past.
Because we all have different experiences and memories, we all have different preferences when it comes to smells. Therefore, it is important that we surround ourselves with scents that make us feel good and remind us of happy times.
Aromatherapy with the use of essential oils, is one of the easiest and most natural ways of evoking happy memories. They also have the added benefit of relaxing, uplifting or energizing you at the same time. Mix and dabble with these wonderful oils to create your ideal Christmas fragrance.
Owning a puppy is quite like having a child. They need feeding and watering and lots of love and affection. I’m not an animal expert at all, but common sense—and my puppy—tells me she needs playtime and exercise too.
Cotton is only six months old and already she knows by routine when it’s meal times, back garden time, playtime and her favourite time of the day, walkies! Whether I’m in the mood or not she won’t leave me alone until she gets her harness and coat on, so it’s good for me too. Little Miss Nine also likes it; she brings her basketball so she can practice bouncing along the way.
So, you know when your baby poos in her nappy…and you change that nappy…and put on a nice clean fresh one! Thankfully that’s one thing we don’t need to put on our puppies. But what we do need to do is scoop up their poop. Not just when they’re babies, but forever! A puppy is for life and so is scooping up their poo peeps, whether you like it or not. I never leave for our walk now without my little black poop bags.
So you can imagine my disgust when my child’s basketball bounced into somebody else’s dog’s poo. It ended up on her hands and her jacket. Revolting! I was so angry at the owner of that dog. It’s irresponsible and it’s disrespectable for other walkers. Years ago I got some on my pram wheels. I know a man who pulled his cabin bag through dog poo on his way to the train station.
How hard is it? Why can’t dog owners just do it? Is it laziness, fear, or ignorance? It’s actually not that difficult. Watch this short tutorial on how to cleanly pick up your dog poo.
No more excuses people. Scoop up your dog’s poop!