Perhaps the colour, a kind of electric, coral blue if there is such a thing, didn’t help as it undoubtedly made her stand out as she waited patiently on the platform.
Perhaps the colour, a kind of electric, coral blue if there is such a thing, didn’t help as it undoubtedly made her stand out as she waited patiently on the platform.
Such a powerful statement. And such a sad reflection of our modern society that we not only have to remind people of this but also defend and justify the need to say it.
We paused frequently for photographs but I fear that none will do justice to the fields of swaying wild flowers backed by moody hills and heavy clouds that we experienced.
How can a place that looks and feels so peaceful have such a wretched past?
Being yourself, being true and authentic, in a fake and greedy world.
Well, that’s a challenge for most of us, right? What feels honest and true to me will no doubt feel like little more than a cry for help to others.
And it almost passed me by, what with filling my head with things that ultimately mean little and placing obstacles, finding obstacles, and allowing them to stop me.
It's as if we have been hidden away for such a long time and, now that the door had been unlocked and left open, people are too scared to step outside again.
And that’s about as close as I can get to accurately describing how I feel most of the time these days. They seem to fluctuate, my emotions that is, in this energy sapping world of social denial and peer judgment that we have all been inhabiting for far too long.
It may look like what you think it is, but it’s not.
Things rarely are.
People rarely are.
I’m sure many of us feel this way at times. Some of us more often than others, of course. Many of us blessed with a sense of personal awareness will know that what others think of us is irrelevant to keeping our own happiness at a healthy level. But we also know that there are times when such a view is just plain wrong.
The sun shone, we drove to the sea and were actually allowed to behave like normal people for a while. It wasn’t warm but seriously, this is England, who cares?
Because we are not the large bank balance, the expensive house or the new car. We are not even the exam results or the job title or the company that employs us.
Driving past a place that I have driven past before, I realised that I had never really seen it. Noticed, yes, but never properly seen. A place so quintessentially English with it’s old-fashioned village green, church and pond.
This lock down thing, it gets under your skin and into your head at times.
We have become a country split down the middle and we all know people in the rule followers and rule breakers camps. Those that are terrified of everything and everyone and those that think enough is enough.
A few weeks ago I shared a photograph of a dog in a puddle.
Fun, perhaps, but nothing special I hear you say, and you would probably be right.
It’s been like winter here, proper winter, for a change.
I know we had some snow a couple of weeks back. But that lasted just a few hours before it disappeared.
And when the never ending monotony of grey and wet and generally miserable days drains your mood and slowly, insipidly, chips away at your mental health.