Today I drove somewhere for a man to hurt me, I even paid him for the pleasure of hurting me.
I left , marked for life. Us humans are strange people, many hundreds of thousands of people have been doing the same thing and for hundreds of years.
We liked to be marked, I have been wanting to marked for life since I was a teenager. ..it just took me many years to decide on what mark. For me it was a curly line (me) and 4 stars (my kids)
As humans we tend to call it a tattoo. ..but marked for life is just as apt
Today I was in the Black Country working, whilst I was in the car I noticed a man examining a little yellow label on his bin and he carefully lifted the lid and even I could see from my car it hadn’t been emptied.
The label was the new “contamination ” label explaining why it hadn’t been emptied.
They are lucky. .at least they are having their bins emptied! ! If they lived in Birmingham, in the Midlands as I do ,the bins would all be overflowing as they have been for the last three months because of the strike!
I teach mindfulness amongst the many things I do.
How to enjoy the moment, live in the present etc. The last 7 days have been very busy with me working morning, noon and until late in the evening on many days.
It struck me on my last mindfulness group on Saturday how unmindful I had been over the last week. We open the group my each sharing a “mindful moment” we had experienced over the last 7 days, a moment where we had been fully present and not rushing around on autopilot.
I struggled to think of one and I am the teacher of the group! I also teach self compassion, so I could forgive myself. ..but none the less. So a little reminder to myself. ..allow myself to be in the moment.
A photo I took today as I was walking the dog. ..
Friday night was my spoken word event at the Ort, a small bohemian cafe in Balsall Heath.
It’s not just spoken word, it’s dance, music, comedy. ..and everything else people wish to do.
Each month I take my dog, this month whist a comedian was on, she became very demanding of my attention which caused the audience much amusement and to pay full attention to her. ..not the comedian on stage.
Comedians are heckled occasionally, not many by dogs. ..so he did what every comedian in this situation would do…replied to the heckler face on .
So he sat down and delivered his set to my dog!
Well almost. Many years ago we had a dog called Scooby, she had a puppy who we called Buddha and which we kept.
My children were all growing up and therefore Buddha became the whole families baby. ..wrongly some would say, she was spoilt with huge amounts love and attention
A male dog entered the garden one day and made Buddha pregnant. .
…months later a horrified Buddha began to give birth. To most dogs this is a natural process, not to Buddha. Help was soon on hand to deliver the pups. She took one look at them and left her mother Scooby to bring them up …
Many years on, she is still very spoilt and even now, runs a mile everytime a male dog gives her a sniff.
Below is a rare photo of her with her pups
Way, way back in the ancient history of time. Well, ok the late 60s a little girl was born.
She didn’t have any brothers or sisters, but she did have a younger cousin who acted like her sister
Sometimes they got on, sometimes this younger cousins made the little girl cross and being a little girl she wasn’t always nice to the younger girl but they always made up in the end
They made plans and pacts to always be there for each other. ..but life happened and pulled them apart. But thanks to Facebook they never totally lost contact and they both remember the pact they made when they were just two little girls
Well what do I mean you may be wondering?
I had a friend who is on Facebook do a “shout out for a volunteer ” I was in her area on the given day and said yes. She is a highly experienced reflexologist and was training a man to do similar.
I have never had reflexology before and to have two people working on my feet at the same time giving me reflexology was. … well …. brilliant ☺ what really surprised though was although they never nothing about my medical history just from just massaging my feet they deduced I had issues with my lungs, kidneys and knee. Yes, in the past I have suffered from asmatha and cystis and have recently started to occasionally have a twinge in my knee. ..wow impressed
My first year blogging anniversary is almost here.
I started on my 50th birthday, and yes that’s means I am almost 51 now. .shock horror and pause for wow, you look 10 years younger 😉
I set quite a few challenges on my birthday last year, one is now complete and one will go on for the rest of my life. ..a blog a day until death. .at least 60 years away 😉I do love a good challenge!
The one that has reached completion was to do 50 Things this year that I have never done before, I must admit it’s not the most inspiring list ever and many of them are places I travelled to which I have never visited to before or happened by accident. But list is now complete.
It’s just the rest of my life challenge to complete now ……
Birmingham is a wonderful city for arts and culture. …and that’s how I ended up taking part in a world record attempt. ..For what? One may ask. …
….Well scroll down
A few years ago there was a brilliant event in Birmingham called arts fest. The whole city centre would become alive with arty culture stuff.
I went every year with my children without fail. So it happened a few years ago on this very day was a bangra world record attempt. The most people doing a sequence of bangra moves in one place.
Yes, it had to be done. .and so we did
I recently bought a zebra waterproof poncho. I am going to India in a couple of weeks and it’s still their rainy season. Do I thought a fun waterproof zebra poncho would be perfect.
It’s been rather rainy here too, so I thought I would test it in the local park whilst walking the dog.
Off I went, yes people looked at me. You don’t often get a lady dressed as a zebra walking a dog in our local park…the rain came down. ..”ha ha I thought, at least I will be dry!”
It leaked. ..big time. The fury mane on my head, seamed to act like a funnel for rain to run down my back. I became a very wet zebra walking my dog in the local park