I didn’t feel great when I woke up this morning – kind of dizzy and lightheaded. When I looked in the mirror I thought I looked a bit pale. I brushed it off, putting it down to leaving the island on the first boat today and not sleeping terribly well last night.
We were on the ferry when my daughter said Continue reading
I feel the island breathing… Bobby Watt
Our lives are constantly evolving; friends come and go, we may live in many cities in our lifetime, career paths change, parents die, jobs end, children grow up and move away, illnesses rob you of health and strength, a husband – the man you thought was your soulmate – discards you.
But today, driving off the ferry onto the Isle of Arran, I felt my soul gladden and ease. Arran has been the one, dependable, constant in my life since I was seven years-old. As my daughter and I walked along the shore this evening, we discussed how, barring a few exceptions, I have memories from this island for every single year of my life. Continue reading
Mum
May 2016 be your year of yes. May it be filled with love, family, adventure, travel, new experiences and empowerment.
All my love,
xx
That was the inscription my daughter wrote on the book she gave me for Christmas 2015 – Year of Yes (How to Dance it Out, Stand in the Sun and be Your Own Person) by Shonda Rhimes,- the incredible creator of Grey’s Anatomy, Scandal and Private Practice (amongst others).
2015 was the year my husband left me, and that Christmas, despite my daughter giving birth to her first child a few days earlier, I was truly lost and in despair.
There was one particular paragraph in the book that really resonated with me. Losing yourself doesn’t happen all at once. Losing yourself happens one ‘no’ at a time. ‘No’ to going out tonight. ‘No’ to catching up with that old college roommate. ‘No’ to attending that party. ‘No’ to making a new friend. Losing yourself happens one pound at a time. Continue reading
I’ve always wanted to go to Israel, ever since I read Leon Uris’ book Exodus back in the late 60s. I even dreamed of going to work on a kibbutz when I was in my late-teens, but wars and life got in the way.
And then, this year, I finally got my chance.
But I was scared. Although I’ve travelled with friends and family since my husband left me, this would be the first time travelling completely on my own – albeit as part of a tour group.
So I sat down and went through my fears. Continue reading
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