A Path with Pith
Entertaining, and accurate in my experience.
1. When it comes to remembering birthdays, I …
a. often forget (thankfully my partner remembers for me. She’s amazing like that).
b. often forget (thankfully I’ve set up a series of complex alerts on my work computer, since for some reason I’m not only meant to remember for myself but my partner too).
2. When taking public transport I always …
a. take up as much room as possible in order to get my money’s worth.
b. try to avoid being groped.
3. In a partner I try to look for …
a. someone who won’t laugh at me.
b. someone who won’t kill me.
4. When it approaching difficult technical tasks I …
a. pretend to know what I’m doing in order to avoid embarrassment.
b. pretend not to know what I’m doing in order to avoid embarrassment.
5. My favourite books and films tend to feature …
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Thank you to my small band of followers for your encouragement and support in writing this blog. Many blessings for Christmas and wishing you a peaceful and healthy New Year.
Please be aware that families living with domestic abuse do not share the anticipation of warmth and loving embraces at Christmas. Christmas is a time for increased police reports of domestic violence, and given the prevalence of the problem, we are all likely to know someone being abused or who has recent raw memories of abuse. Please offer support where you can, allowing the abused person to say what they need.
My blog has been quiet recently due to ill health, but I’m hoping to be back in the swing of things by the end of January 2018.
Best wishes to all
A reminder to all that many will not have peace and joy at Christmas.
Ask anyone what they want for Christmas and you’ll hear all sorts of lovely requests for toys, clothes, food and such sundry. This Christmas Eve, I am thinking about all my sister victims, the ones who aren’t ‘out’ yet and the real Christmas lists they are longing for.
A little hug.
A gentle touch from someone who doesn’t require anything back from me. A hug that doesn’t make me flinch in protection. A hug that is full of love.
A little bit of Peace.
Peace in my home. No more tension in the air. A peace that isn’t scary in its silence but exciting in it predictability.
A little bit of quiet.
A break from the yelling. A break from the fighting. A pause for just one day that doesn’t make me shrink in fear of what will happen next.
A little bit…
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First, I’d like to appologise for my absense from my blog, I have some longterm health issues which get much worse when flu and cold season is upon us. I’m feeling improved, with a little way to go yet, but I have been desperate to get back to writing, so here I am, and it’s […]