One Small Step

I have just done something I have been thinking about for way too long......

Over and over in my head - Where am I going? What do I want? What do I enjoy? What could I potentially make a living out of?

I know I work now and I love my job, but in the ever increasing insecure world of the NHS I need to think about where I need to be should things go tits up.

So, back to today - I have enrolled at my local College to study Massage starting in September (I already hold an Infant Massage qualification) - Yay! There has been lots of pondering, discussion and yes, procrastination too to get to this point. This is the first in a number of steps I hope to make in this coming year of wisdom and growth.

Has anyone visiting ever retrained, taken up something new that has led to new opportunities?
Always love to hear :-)
XX

Restorative Beach Day

We are lucky to live only 30 miles from a number of beaches. Surrounded as we are by moorland, woodland and fells it is nice to escape to the sea, the sound & pull of the waves, soft sand underfoot, the feeling of freedom & of course ice cream.

I could sit and gaze at the ever changing landscape for hours :-)

This trip was extra special as it was Sebastian's first visit to the seaside - his wide eyed expression said so much as he took in the waves & endless sand, the feel of it on his feet and raking it with his fingers - he kept rubbing his feet through it & seemed to enjoy it!!

My Daughter true to her childhood roots was off crabbing as soon as we arrived, I was quite happy to sit with Sebastian and 'chat' pointing out new things in his ever expanding world.

The beach we chose for today's trip was Heysham, near Morcambe. A beach with a secret doorway...

Need some false tan on these pins....

Wearing these to death at the moment!

 We have crabs!!!

One very happy baby :-)

 One very happy dog :-)

 The easiest way to travel with a baby! He always plays with his feet when feeding - so cute.

 The end of a beautiful day and memories made.

Whenever I visit the beach, I wonder 'Would I like to live here?'
Which do you prefer - beach or mountains? 
XX

Brightening Up

Yesterday the sun rose on the longest day of 2015. 

Heralding the beginning of Summer & hopefully bringing with it hotter, happy days ahead.

I am hoping for brighter days for myself. Spontaneous days, lying in the sun with a good book days and spending time with my little family which grew by one last year last year and makes my heart sing with joy.

So much I have to be thankful for, yet that can't take away from feelings - the way I feel at the moment. I have a deep rooted sadness that always threatens to engulf me, spill over me, uncontrolled. I always struggle to control it, yet often I have no control, reminders jump in, at the least convenient times. Often at what should be a happy family occasion......

I wonder will I always have it? I truly hope not. I am determined I do not pass this nagging sadness to my children, it is a family matter, yet I hope it does not affect them, their decisions, their ability to feel guilt free for decisions they make in life. I instill in them to be who and to do what they want to do, not be responsible for how other people may react to those decisions.

I write here from the heart, to blog I need to be in a good place, yet I feel this post had to be written, maybe it will help to move me forward, to maybe leave here some of the hurt I currently feel.

Small steps.

My garden is full of the most beautiful wild flowers - I have just picked these below, a cheery addition to the kitchen! :-)

Next Summer Solstice I want to get out and celebrate - I loved reading about some of the celebrations held throughout the UK - the making of floral crowns, the simple lighting of a candle, sailing paper boats  with a blessing to bring love and luck to the finder and sing and dance around a bonfire with a picnic to feast on! Summer Solstice 2016 watch out!

Bye for now, I'm about to get on the sofa and read the blogs
I enjoy & inspire a slower pace of life!
I need it! Have a lovely week, XX