Reflections of a Sussex Girl in the Peak District.
I couldnt resist sharing some of the photos I've taken of lambs cosying up to each other. Im sure just like me, you are longing once again to relish in the freedom of hugging friends and family members, that you have had to distance yourself from over the last couple of months. Human touch is…
Do you find comfort at times in your own creations and writing? I smile to myself when I find strength from a past post or poem. I thought I would re-post this today as I needed to read it and maybe it will bring hope to others too.
When life is tough And all is dark And the tunnels end is out of sight, And days are endless and minutes as hours tick slowly by as a fretful night. Make hope your friend. When love is lost and grief weighs down and tears like raindrops fall from the heart, and the moments on waking are too much to bare and your faced with a day that has no start. Make hope your friend. Hope is the buoy that keeps you afloat that steers your ship through the roughest of storms, the northern star and guiding light the unseen blanket keeping you warm. The upholder of dreams the strength to move on the path to a future when none can be seen, an acceptance of now knowing change will come And flowers will blossom where thorns had once been Hope. By Alison Fielding.
Do you enjoy sitting out in the garden? Today in the Peak District the warm healing rays of the sun are there for the taking, and sitting in the garden is a total delight. There is a faint whisper of a breeze which pleasantly takes the edge off the midday heat, and if it wasnt…
