It's been a little while since I last posted, taken up with life in all its shapes and sizes.
So to begin.....yes jubilee weekend is upon us, rain clouds abound thrashing their contents at the planned precession and fanfares, whilst the bunting marks time with the billowing wind. Mum's in charge of nature and we bow to her grace whatever that may be. Smiles on expectant faces remain intact, the Brits are good at it, we are used to it....the show must go on....and so it has!!! Bravo, Bravo!!!! and a pat on the back to all those who made the effort and did not allow their spirit to be washed away and swept aside as the clouds gave birth and released their torrents.
The Monday evening concert began and I unfortunately found myself a little uninspired. However, not to miss out on room for improvement, I pressed the record button allowing myself and the music another pop at it, should the mood take me to spend some time in the spirit of the day, after all the weather held....hurrah!!!!
We know how to do it...us Brits
We bought and paid for the stiff upper lip
Even though at times it quivers
As long as we feel when it trembles
We can show some kindness, some humility
To allow it space to roam
Enlisting our mind and body
In the use of the word acceptance
Sharing our sound and vision
With someone who knows our soul
Who we can cherish with our innermost truths
Ever so humble that may be
And after, no regrets or retribution of.....
What ifs, oughts or buts
You are, it is and has been
And you are good enough
So listen with delight to the music
Playing in your head or out on parade
Sparkle with life and let in those
Damp days for a while so as
They don't become waterlogged
Somewhere deep inside to overflow
And drown us out one day
I love to share and take pleasure in hoping it may be a little inspiring...somehow. If it shakes the salt and pepper of hope in someone out there, cracking their armour plating....then for me it is sufficient.
It is enough that you have
Checked in with yourself
Noticing the beauty spot
And not the pimple
The good from the not so good
Spare a little peace and tranquility
Wrap yourself in tissue and cushion
Your way through the day
Blow you own whistle and trumpet
In time with your own marching band
Set aside the orders in your head
That don't belong to you
Speak your truth with open ears
And take the first step in your new mindset
See what it can bring...feel it
Show it the pathway lined with scented flowers
A few weeds along the way won't hurt
And when you've finished with those shrivelled leftovers
Pluck them out from the root
They will not return, although the cracks
May still be there and new weeds
May push forth, show them kindness
As you will know you have choice...
When you are done pluck them from their roots
Let in the parade of perfumed petals
Drifting on your very own breeze
I'm done for today, off to let in some of my own fragrance, exercising my body and in turn my mind to engage and prosper. It does me good, I know this, even when I don't feel up to it. So I'm gonna pack my laptop away hit the changing room and enter into the world of endorphins that'll sparkle and enliven me for the day.
It's another way to change your mindset and set the record straight for the day. If the gym is not your bag, get out into the daylight, look left, right, up and down, choose your route and take your first step in the walking game, I promise it'll work.
Speak soon.
Laura
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