As long as we're living

The Unfolding Pamphlet on Change - Ribbonwood Designs

"...change will be happening."

I can certainly vouch for that! Like the proverbial buses that are conspicuous by their absence, before several appear all at once, the CH word is looming large in my life at the moment.  Someone, somewhere seems to be muddling up the seasons; I was under the impression that Spring was the time for new beginnings and here we are edging our way into the season "of mists and mellow fruitfulness." 

Well, maybe the bus analogy isn't entirely accurate, given that I have had some warning of most of the changes afoot in the GP support network.  The first came totally out of the blue,  however, and when it struck several months  ago, by some wonderful serendipity this little leaflet The Unfolding Pamphlet on Change by Trish Harris came to my notice. It was the vivid, colourful artwork that first  attracted me, that and its  simplicity -  as it unfolds the process and impact of change on our lives and offers us ways in which we might begin to engage and live with  it. I bought a bundle of leaflets on impulse and have been giving copies away ever since.  To date it's helped me avoid the wobbles; I've been remarkably calm about the whole process, even found it quite exciting: change can herald growth after all.

Though I suspect some of this calmness might be covering shock. After the latest goodbye the other night, to a good friend and one third of our giggle and gossip group prayer triplet, I had to fight off a distinctly unBritish quivering lip. The next Ch event, coming up way faster than we'd anticipated, is that of GP daughter moving abroad;  even more seismic potential there, except that the whole process is moving so fast that I think we'll not have the opportunity to have a wibbly fit  until after she's gone.

So...deep breath...keep calm and carry on.

Spring is Sprung

Spring is sprung, the grass is riz

I wonder where the birdies is?

Well, we did wake to a surprise this morning!  Do give a thought for the poor birdies: they must be having a hard time of it at the moment. As for  me, in this topsy-turvy climate of ours, all I can do is thank God that I have a warm house, dry clothes and food aplenty. Any grumbles, gripes and aches and pains I might have are put into their proper perspective compared to the struggles of so many out there.

Summertime Ramblings

So you thought Summertime had been and gone, did you? Not so: here's another found poem.  I got rather carried away with the glitter gel pens on this one, although they don't show up on the scan. 

School's Out! Musical memories

image: FreeDigitalPhotos.net

Heavens, it's strange how evocative music can be! A Letter From Home's post on school holidays and freedom set me to thinking of the old Alice Cooper classic,  and in a trice the years fell away.  I was in my early teens when School's Out first came out and can remember it as the background to a holiday in Scotland: Bracing sea breezes, parfum de gut factory (Mum's family came from a  Northerly fishing port),  running along to the local school with my cousins to check out the new class lists for the autumn term.  Later on it was the constant at 6th form discos and a must-have at college, especially for celebrating the  end of teaching practice.  (I didn't actually carry on into teaching, but that's another story).  Still -  substitute flared jeans, indian cotton smocks, dungarees, bubble perms and earrings (for the men) for the dresses and shorts and I'm transported back over 35 years.  I even fancy I feel the energy surge I had then...just for a moment, sans poor circulation, bad back, worrying lumps and bumps and an internal thermostat that has a mind of its own. 

Excuse me whilst I go away and blow my nose very hard indeed. 

Harumph!

Summer IS icumen in - Found Poem

Another Found Poem,  inspired by Quinn Creative's book, Raw Art Journaling. I'm not sure it's complete yet; who knows -  officially, Summer still has three months to run!

Spiritual stargazers discovering wonders
Speak out Summer puzzles.