• Woman posing
    Humor,  Life Experiences

    Humility

    First let me differentiate between HUMILITY and HUMBLE. I know, the recovery programs insist on using humble. Humble to me is groveling, tipping your cap to your betters with body language that brings memories of the serfs in England, bowing to the Lord of the Manor. In the United Kingdom the word handicapped is not used in regards to special needs people. It is because the peasants had to tip their cap when they saw the Duke or Duchess of the estate where they lived and worked. Cap in Hand – hand in cap. Another thought is that the word comes from humiliation. Having worked in the recovery field for…

  • Couple kissing
    Humor,  Life transitions

    2017 And All That: January 1st 2018

    What a good idea to write about 2017. Then I thought, Nah. I’ll write about the days prior to the end of 2017 and how different December 31st and January 1st were. Prior to the first day of January, I was sad and thoughtful. Not too good that thoughtfulness, and this time it rendered me almost speechless and isolated. My decision to be isolated as the grief was so strong, I felt it impossible to put the mask on and pretend I felt joyful. I chose solitude, which isn’t a bad thing as long as the brain doesn’t do cartwheels of past hurts which are useless. I was invited to…

  • Hamstead, London
    Grief,  Humor,  Life Experiences

    What’s It All About, Angels?

    I had a very significant dream last night. In fact, I was quite shaken when Della, my younger cat jumped on the bed and walked across my pillow.  She rarely wakens me and this time she was persistent. I didn’t want her to, as there was no ending, no conclusion, finale, whatever the word is and I wanted to know. Someone was leaving on a British Airways plane. I wasn’t told who it was but I was sure I knew. I didn’t see him.  He said he would wait for me as I had meetings and couldn’t get there on time to board with him. I finished the meetings early…

  • Flying geese
    Gratitude,  Healing Lessons,  Humor

    Tuesday

    Today was a bitter sweet day. I had breakfast with my dear friend Ruthie and the magic about Ruthie is that she talks about John more than I do. She knew him before I did and watched our progress with loving eyes. She is a bereaved mother and has a heart bigger than the world with a mouth without a filter which I love. She asks questions. She challenges me……..are you really all right or are you hiding anything? I tell her the truth, as it would be pointless to do otherwise, and assure her that I speak openly on my mental, physical, spiritual and emotional health. Added to her…

  • Mrs. Cratchit
    Humor,  Life Experiences

    Halloween, Dressing Up and Playing Ourselves

    Halloween, per my favorite authority, the Oxford English Dictionary, is of pre-Christian origin, being associated with the Samhain the Celtic (my people) Festival, when people would light bonfires and wear costumes to ward off roaming ghosts. The evening of October 31st, the start of All Saints Day, marks the end of the year and the beginning of winter when ghosts and spirits were thought to be abroad.  It was later adopted as a Christian festival, but gradually became secular rather than a Christian observance, involving dressing up and the wearing of masks and was particularly strong in Scotland. Brought to American by early colonists, beliefs and customs of different European…

  • Family gathering
    Humor,  Life Experiences

    The Hilarity of Language –  When A Brit/Irish English Speaker Learns American English

    I was about to go to bed since for once I was actually feeling sleepy. I turned the computer off at 8 pm, which I am doing more often and find I sleep better. For the past few days I have had subjects about which I want to write and then, I don’t. First of all, I thought it was because, Kim the Genius, who posts these blogs for me, was attending a conference and that is why the ideas left me. You know how it is…once the passion has been assuaged, the memory follows suit. So I was about to hit the sack when I suddenly thought of something…