Flower power walking

Walking stick

My new friend and support; flower power walking stick. Bright and cheerful , comfortable grip, light and lovely . A steadying influence.

FIrst day for new woolly socks

by miramaze @ Friday, 23. Aug, 2013 – 13:51:36

There's a slight nip in the air today, enough to merit wearing my new woolly socks 
17C feels much colder when you are used to 20+C
I would post a photo, but I can't get the new editor to work - there's the spinning wheel thingy symbol that just keeps spinning and spinning and I can't be bothered to wait for it to stop.

Later... possibly ... later
TTFN dear friends .. TTFN 

Here they are ....

by miramaze @ Friday, 23. Aug, 2013 – 14:05:09

Don't wake the Trolls !

Shhhhhhh don't wake the Trolls

by miramaze @ Wednesday, 21. Aug, 2013 – 18:18:20

Things are running smoothly here at BCUK 

I got on easily
and
I have been able to comment , quickly , simply and effortlessly , without frustrating delays 

Excuse me for a moment - my Iphone is plinging - a new sound - I suspect it is a Wordpress notification .
( find myself lost and confused in this jungle of technology ...but it ain't ' alf fun )

So thank you Gremlins, Trolls , Angels and Fairies at BCUK and elsewhere for this happy state of affairs .

in other news , I had my 3rd rehab physiotherapy session today. My foot , the bit near my toes , is still hurting and swollen despite the exercises that I have been doing diligently and daily. My physiotherapist says that perhaps I'm doing the toe exercises too vigorously so has advised a few changes and I negotiated dropping a couple of exercises from her suggestion of adding another half dozen to my daily routine , We don't want to 'fracture' my spirit and resolve now , do we ?

We had a minor crisis last night. My son, The Prof , had a wisdom tooth extracted on Monday and the gaping hole wouldn't stop bleeding. Poor lad was suffering, pale and in pain, he was , not his usual cheerful self .

We found out through a help line number that there was a Dental Emergency Clinic near us so Mrs the Prof was able to drive the Prof there while I took care of Grandson. The people there were BRILLIANT. They anaesthetised him and stitched him up and also prescribed pain killers . BLESS. The fee for all this 750 kr ( €80 approx ) money well spent . Only a 5 minute wait too . Lucky that they had the money , Pity people who don't. What on earth do they do ? Makes you wonder. As a mamma , I am SO grateful , There is nothing worse than seeing your child suffer. The other tooth comes out next week 

All for now ....

Have a lovely BUCK blogging evening 

Dreams come true

Dreams come true ... yes they do ! by miramaze @ Thursday, 25. Jul, 2013 – 11:56:55 Dreams come true, Mira, that's what they do. The only variable is when. For the slow approach: Resist. Attach. Insist. Deny. Stop. Second guess. Whine. Argue. Defend. Protest. Cry. Struggle. And ask others, when you know the answer yourself. For the quick approach: Visualize. Pretend. Prepare. Dodge. Roll. Serpentine. Do not waiver over intentions, but over methods. Show up, even when nothing happens. And give thanks in advance. You knew that, The Universe www.tut.com This made me smile this morning. Happy Thursday , everyone

Past life in Mesopotamia 2010 BC

I was born 2010 BC in Mesopotamia........ by miramaze @ Friday, 26. Jul, 2013 – 12:26:02 I was born 2010 BC in Mesopotamia, an artist and craftsman, son of the chief of a small village near the sea, On day, standing on top of the cliff looking out to sea, I am waiting and longing for the boat to come. The boat arrives and I sail away. Approaching land I can see houses or rather huts .. the whole village is on fire; people running around screaming trying to save themselves their loved ones and their possessions. A young woman runs up to me begging me to help her. Her grandmother is inside one of the huts. I run into the smoke and flames and drag out a lifeless body. Too late ; She's dead. I know that there is not time to waste. I must get out of here. Before I know what is happening the young woman and a small childare heading for the shore and my boat. As we sail away, the woman explains that The village had been attacked by raiders and had been an easy target since the men were all away somewhere. The child looks like a cherub with blond curly hair, dirty face and hands. He's sucking on something white that looks like dried fish..cuttlefish maybe. We make a bed for him in the boat with covers and sack cloth that is lying around. Night falls and we sail on and arrive back the next day. My parents and the whole village turn out to greet us, My father looks stern. my mother subserviant. He asks all sorts of questions and will not allow the woman and child to stay in the village, so we move into a cave near the shore. Days and months pass until one day she says : " It's time for you to go and follow your longing. Go where your heart tells you to go.We'll be fine. " And so it was that with a heavy heart I set out on my quest to a far off place to learn the language of signs and symbols. The streets of the town are cobbled. The houses small and white. After a while I find a place to stay. Years pass by. I've become a monk and I am now an old man with long white hair and beard. I am sitting in an stone alcove and beside me is my young apprentice. I have just told him it that the time has come for me to pass on. He is sad and has tears in his eyes. It is an emotional parting . I hand him something as a parting gift and then talking a final farewell , enter a room with a stone table in the centre. The ceiling is as high as in a cathedral and open at the top. I lie on the stone table and listen to the chanting of the monks in the room. It is a lovely send off. As I look up at the sky , my soul leaves my body and enters a crystal . Inside the crystal there is a rainbow. Everything is bright, peaceful and clear............... ( Remembered 1992 ) first posted as 'friends only ' post . I am braver now