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Beautiful Orchids

“A garden should make you feel you’ve entered privileged space — a place not just set apart but reverberant — and it seems to me that, to achieve this, the gardener must put some kind of twist on the existing landscape, turn its prose into something nearer poetry.”
Michael Pollan, Second Nature: A Gardener’s Education
“There are many paths leading to a garden and many experiences awaiting those who venture in. No matter what your motive—whether to grow healthy, delicious food; spend time outdoors feeling more alive than your desk job allows; help save the planet; find relaxation, solace, or healing; meet your neighbors; get your hands in the sweet earth; or discover for yourself just how abundant and generous nature can be—a garden rarely disappoints. It’s a magnet for life in all its quirky, beautiful forms.”
Jane Shellenberger, Organic Gardener’s Companion: Growing Vegetables in the West


Just a brief pause in the daily grind, a short pause between the semi lucidity that appears before the next round of pills need to be taken.

I managed to look through my window whilst there was light outside, in fact as the sun rose above the rooftops. It was not sunrise, but the next best thing. That pause between the flare of sunrise and it’s promise of a golden day and the gentle light that bathes everything before the heat begins. So, I carefully extricated myself from my covers and hobbled out the door. Creeping as best as my limping would allow, an improbable sight, and one worthy of a photo, but that I couldn’t manage.

I opened the doors careful to make no sound lest my gentle hearted jailor nurse would hear and usher me back to bed, scolding me along the way. He has good reason, it’s not been the best of weeks, and all through a silly accident. Time not to dwell there today.

This morning I saw my Lady’s Slipper Orchid out in full bloom, a smorgasbord of shoots twisting together to make a wonderful welcome to the sunshine. Then I spied my Rose of Sharon, such a luscious deep red and I knew I had to take photos.  Those I have to share later, but I have plenty more to share now. My poor Hypericum had suffered in the heat and after a savage haircut to help the new shoots to grow, it was time to think about watering, I could hear my Hippeastrum’s calling.

“It’s being here now that’s important. There’s no past and there’s no future. Time is a very misleading thing. All there is ever, is the now. We can gain experience from the past, but we can’t relive it; and we can hope for the future, but we don’t know if there is one.”
George Harrison

I hobbled around the house, praying that unwinding the hose wouldn’t waken my husband, as the hose would sit between the windows of our bedroom. Who would think to put it there? No squeaking tap, the fairies are helping today, and we (the fairies and I) enjoyed a glorious hour watering the plants. You could see the fairies jumping between the globules of water and hear the sylphs playing amongst the puddles. They could have played longer, but I, I had to admit it was enough. Everything had been given a good drink.

Time almost ceased to exist as I watered, but eventually we come back to reality.

Hose draped over the holder, I carefully tip toed on those treacherous black tiles, back into the house. I crept around, closing the door so I could sneak inside and type this out. Time for “Pain Killers” is shrieking in my head, well, in my hips and legs, but that’s for another day.


Enjoy my brief escape into garden whimsy.

“When told the reason for Daylight Saving time the old Indian said, “Only a white man would believe that you could cut a foot off the top of a blanket and sew it to the bottom of a blanket and have a longer blanket.” ~Author Unknown



Blessings for a Happy Saturday, Susan ♥

© Susan Jamieson, 2014











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#Realms of Forever

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Gazing dreamily into the bright blue sky

Watching the powder puff clouds roll by

Catching the gaze of the hovering butterfly

Drifting lazily yet not passing by

Hovering daintily near my nose

Making my eyes cross, just so

Fragile legs just tickling softly

Lacy wings beating slowly

Making the smallest puff of air move gently

Across my star-crossed gaze

Captured in this magic

Of a moment of stolen grace

Peace and contentment supreme

As I lay in my daffodil embrace

Surrounded by nature’s beauty

The serenity I seek enfolds me

As I see myself upon my butterfly

Or into a fairy transformed

Soaring way across the meadow

Into a land of gentle spirits

Where pain and loss never enters

Loved ones are gathered around

Greetings and love forever found

Tears and sadness banished under the mound

Is this what memories are made of

Then I’ll take my share with pleasure

To share with my loved ones in full measure

Til my time comes to follow my dreams

Into the realms of forever.

#Realms of Forever

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Blessings, Susan ♥

© Susan Jamieson July 2014

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#Love's Fickle Friend

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Far away

In a place cool and comfortable

Amid trees green and colourful flowers

The air heavy with scents of the forest

Bees hum brings a somnolence to the day

Stray beams of sunlight

Lance down through overarching tree branches

Patterned by the mosaic of leaves

A slowly running brook cheerfully burbles

Drawing travellers to the glade

Deep into the centre of the serene shade

Laughter lightly tinkling

As she flew around the glade

Hid the sadness in her heart

In pieces on the ground

Torn asunder by the one

Who told her

She was the one

The one he’d love forever

And protect from all harm

But daylight now has woken

And dreams are hard to hold

Her lover, he has left her

With a lonely loving heart

Laugh loud and sweetly fair one

Let the musical brook soothe you

Allow the sibilance of the trees caress you

And the downy grass cocoon you

Love’s touch can oft be fickle

A heart is easily broken

But hope must fly forever

If loves game we hope to win.

Blessings, Susan x

© Susan Jamieson 2014

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“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.”     Roald Dahl

.It seems that so much that was once accepted as magical has been relegated to the fancies of small children, or the excuses fictional characters use to explain the inconceivable. Losing the belief in magic and magical beings makes the world a duller and less exciting place.

If you’re an adult you have to focus on the mundane, the every day events and activities. It seems there is no time or place for the magical, mystical, inexplicable wonders which surround us. Let’s face it, the majority of people would ridicule you for merely suggesting there may be magic all around us. Well, so be it. I’m willing to say I believe in magic, in fairies, elves and unicorns. I believe in wizards, witches, spells and incantations, they are all part of every day life, if you but know it. After all, what is an incantation but an affirmation? I relish my world being brighter, more colourful and creatable by knowing I can create magic. The magic of positive thinking.

I love a quote from “Practical Magic” because it reminds me of things we used to do without thought and have fallen out of practice now.

Sally Owens: ” Can love really travel back in time and heal a broken heart? Was it our joined hands that finally lifted Maria’s curse? I’d like to think so. But there are some things I know for certain: always throw spilt salt over your left shoulder, keep rosemary by your garden gate, plant lavender for luck, and fall in love whenever you can.”

image from timbrannan.blogspot.com                 As the ‘outed’ witches prepare to leap from the roof on Halloween.

I can remember my parents always throwing spilt salt over their shoulders – I still do it now, although I use much less salt these days! I always have rosemary near the garden gate and lavender wherever I can plant it. That doesn’t begin to mention all the other herbs we use and have forgotten the ‘old uses’ for. We are no longer taught them because times have changed and not always for the better.

How many remember the ropes of garlic always hung in the house – to keep evil at bay, usually vampires but great for colds, feverfew to help with fevers, vervain to help you sleep. chamomile to soothe and St Johns Wort for depression. In medieval days they were all thought to be magical because they had no idea how they worked. Yet today we have Flower Remedies and are turning back to homeopathic and naturopathic medicines as the natural alternative to synthetic drugs which are causing more harm than good, and also have made the bugs resistant through prolonged use.

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Yet magic is more than that. Today especially I want and need to believe magic happens. Not just occasionally but all the time. I want to believe that if I believe, bring my thoughts into alignment with the greater good that I can positively effect the outcome.  I can attract positivity into my life, abundance of all kinds and have it flow on to help others.

That is magic, being able to influence the physical world around us to help others have a better life too. I’ve been called a witch before and I wasn’t happy about it. As a child it wasn’t easy to handle, but now – huh! Who cares as long as the outcome benefits all.

I will turn the negatives into powerful positives. I will become fit and healthy with positive physical energy and well-being. I will get my farm, and all manner of wonderful things will come to be because I Believe! That is magic. Faeries, Elves, Spirits, Elementals, Guides, Angels, they surround me daily and I offer myself to them so I can help others. That gives me great pleasure. That is magical to me.

That helps to negate all the bad which happens. It cannot stop the mean-spirited from trying to destroy what you are trying to do. It doesn’t take away all the pain, but it helps. It dries the tears when disappointment looms large. A sprinkle of fairy dust helps to make the day brighter and gives me the strength to go on.

I invite you to try it. Magic happens!

“We’re not dust, we’re magic!”    Richard Bach

We can choose to function at a lower level of awareness and simply exist, caring for our possessions, eating, drinking, sleeping and managing in the world as pawns of the elements, or we can soar to new and higher levels of awareness allowing ourselves to transcend our environment and literally create a world of our own — a world of real magic.


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We can choose to function at a lower level of awareness and simply exist, caring for our possessions, eating, drinking, sleeping and managing in the world as pawns of the elements, or we can soar to new and higher levels of awareness allowing ourselves to transcend our environment and literally create a world of our own — a world of real magic.


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We can choose to function at a lower level of awareness and simply exist, caring for our possessions, eating, drinking, sleeping and managing in the world as pawns of the elements, or we can soar to new and higher levels of awareness allowing ourselves to transcend our environment and literally create a world of our own — a world of real magic.

WAYNE W. DYER, Real Magic

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We can choose to function at a lower level of awareness and simply exist, caring for our possessions, eating, drinking, sleeping and managing in the world as pawns of the elements, or we can soar to new and higher levels of awareness allowing ourselves to transcend our environment and literally create a world of our own — a world of real magic.

WAYNE W. DYER, Real Magic

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Have some fairy dust on me.

Blessings,  Susan x

We can choose to function at a lower level of awareness and simply exist, caring for our possessions, eating, drinking, sleeping and managing in the world as pawns of the elements, or we can soar to new and higher levels of awareness allowing ourselves to transcend our environment and literally create a world of our own — a world of real magic.

WAYNE W. DYER, Real Magic

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© Susan Jamieson

We can choose to function at a lower level of awareness and simply exist, caring for our possessions, eating, drinking, sleeping and managing in the world as pawns of the elements, or we can soar to new and higher levels of awareness allowing ourselves to transcend our environment and literally create a world of our own — a world of real magic.

WAYNE W. DYER, Real Magic

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Waking or sleeping

The tide ebbs and flows

Under the light

Of the magical moon

Look closely

Under the roses

Small fragile creatures

Of mystical design

Creep slowly

Into the moonlight

Shall we join them

Or shall we leave

Would you dance

With us tonight

Under the brilliant light

Of the beautiful moon

Whispers in my ear

Songs unheard before

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Makes my heart beat madly

My soul sing wildly

This is what I’ve come for

To remember the days

When magic lived

And shall live once more

On the shores of Gaia

Take my hand

Lead me in the dance

Dance until the moon

Lies sleeping once more

Only to return

At the earliest we can

And join once more

In this merry dance.

Who can tell

What lies beyond

Our sight

For we have lost

That connection

Of old

When Merlin walked

And magic roamed

The highways and


Of England of Old.



May your days and nights be magical and mystical.

Blessings  Susan x


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“My nightly craft is winged in white, a dragon of night dark sea.
Swift born, dream bound and rudderless, her captain and crew are me.
We’ve sailed a hundred sleeping tides where no seaman’s ever been‘found’
And only my white-winged craft and I know the wonders we have seen.”
Anne McCaffrey, Dragonsong

I have a confession to make, I love Dragonlance by Margaret Weiss and Tracy Hickman, and have since I read the first book many years ago.  I ‘found’ this wonderful world at a time when I needed a place to hide, a place which was so far from the real world that I could lose myself entirely within its pages and lose track of time and even place. After I finished the first one, which was the special edition omnibus of the first three novels I was so ‘hooked’ on magic and dragons, good and evil, elves, dwarves, knights and wizards that I was drawn like iron to a lodestone to get my next ‘fix’.

Fortunately for me the books are based on the game Dungeons and Dragons and there were many more books. Some were written by Weis and Hickman and many others by different creators of parts of the world of Krynn where the story was set. There were back stories and side stories and future stories, in fact the plot lines went in so many directions you could meet up with well-loved characters when least expected.

For a long time I ‘lived’ in this strange half-life of magic where good overcame evil and the wrongs of the world were eventually righted, even if the world had been brought to the brink of disaster. I have often wondered since then why it had such an appeal. In essence it was quite simple.

I believe in right and wrong, that people are inherently good but there are bad people around and that bad things happen to good people. There has to be a ‘force’ for good, which is a way to become more than we are. We have to be able to evolve so that we can make our world the place it can be, in all its beauty. We must be able to not only ‘do’ magic but to ‘be’ magic too. We need to be able to reach our highest potential; to be our own heroes and heroines, or our shining spirits after our trials and lessons.

Are there dragons? Oh I do believe so. I believe in Merlin and King Arthur after all, and I know that Merlin is in his Crystal Cave with his dragon sleeping until he is needed once more.  Being born in England, the land of St. George and the Dragon and so many myths and legends, what else would you expect.

There is so much more to life than what your five senses can recognise. There is the entire universe of your imagination which has no boundaries.  When you allow your sense to expand and your boundaries to disappear then magic truly does happen.  It is at this point where realities collide, the unseen becomes commonplace, all that can be imagined is not simply possible but absolutely real. It is the place where we can be all that we can possibly be.

This is the world I know is real. We can be so much more than we currently are. There are things we, as human beings, as our spirits grow, will be able to do in years to come that if we knew know, we would wonder why we hadn’t been doing it long ago. It will seem like we are living in a world of magic and wonder and eventually we will accept is as a matter of normalcy. I wish it were here now!

Where did I put my wand?

“And though I came to forget or regret all I have ever done, yet would I remember that once I saw the dragons aloft on the wind at sunset above the western isles; and I would be content.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Farthest Shore


“I desired dragons with a profound desire. Of course, I in my timid body did not wish to have them in the neighborhood. But the world that contained even the imagination of Fáfnir was richer and more beautiful, at whatever the cost of peril.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien


May magic dust be sprinkled into your life.

May you dream of magic and dragons, of fairies and elves.

Bright Blessings and Waking Dreams. Susan   xx

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“I’ve always envied people who sleep easily. Their brains must be cleaner, the floorboards of the skull well swept, all the little monsters closed up in a steamer trunk at the foot of the bed.”    David Benioff, City of Thieves

In between bouts of insomnia or restless sleep due to the nasty bug reactions I’m having, I am now sleeping really soundly.  That in itself may not seem like a big deal, but for someone who has spent the past decade sleeping in micro nana naps it really is something special.  It also means that I’m dreaming again, and an even greater gift is that I’m remembering them.  Of course that doesn’t mean they’re all full of fluff and puppies, there are some quite unreal and surreal dreams happening too. That’s what happened the other night.

The evening had been really nice but unremarkable. We had watched a little light tv and read for a short time before lights out.  I remember hearing the birds calling at one point, which I thought was quite unusual. Way off in the background I heard an owl calling and thought that he had upset the local Currawongs.  At least that’s what I thought at the time.

I suddenly found myself deep in a dream, a dream I remember vividly even now.

Even though it was daylight I could hear an Owl calling softly on the breeze.

I was ‘with’ a group of young people who were on a final outing before they finished their high school year.  It was a special trip to what appeared to be an island. There were sandy tracks and a largish building like an old timber schoolroom with tables and chairs inside. There were room dividers and blackboards on the walls, chalk on the side table and of course a teacher. I don’t remember how we reached the island, we were simply there.

The strange thing was the ‘teacher’ wasn’t teaching a normal subject. They were talking about preparing for entering the ‘real world’, the ‘adult world’ and how they needed to prepare themselves to ‘fit in’.  The girls were being told how to wear the correct clothes, make up and how to speak correctly when they were ‘outside’.  The boys on the other hand were off on the other side of the room being spoken to by a man, who I presumed was a male ‘teacher’. At times there would be some noise, laughter that was quieted and then one of the boys would vanish ouside.

It all seemed fairly normal…… but there was such an air of unreality to it that I started to take a little more notice.  Even though I was there, no one spoke directly to me. I could see the girls scribbling and doodling on pieces of paper but I didn’t have a seat, nor was I ‘teaching’. I was, in a very real sense, simply an observer.  It was almost as though I was watching over them and yet I couldn’t work out why, and all the time I could hear the Owl mournfully calling.

The girls were getting restlesss. They wanted to return, although I had no clear idea where they were returning to. The ‘teacher’ was starting to look a little menacing, which was more a feeling than anything she did.  However I noticed that the boys who had gone outside hadn’t made a reappearnace.  It felt really strange to be moving towards the doorway. I wasn’t walking, there was no sound of footsteps on the wooden floor. In fact, the entire time I had been there I couldn’t recall any sound of footsteps on the floor. The only sounds were those of the youths as they talked amongst themselves and became more unhappy at staying where they were.

As I went outside I heard a strange thumping noise and the sound of soft crying.  Rounding the side of the building I was met with a horrific sight. One boy was crouched in a tight ball near the building, trying to stifle his sobs. Meanwhile there was a thud which brought my eyes round to a scene from a torture chamber, but in a terrifying modern setting.

There was a contraption fixed to a tree which was hauling an old car body into the air by thick ropes. After an achingly long time, or so it seemed to me, there was a clunck as a ratchet let loose and the car body dropped onto the other boy kneeling in the sand. His head disappeared inside the car body, the car itself seeming to rest on his shoulders.  Although I gasped there was no reaction from the man, and the boy simply sobbed softly. In horror I saw the car body rise and the boys head reappeared. He seemed unhurt, his clothing torn, but scared almost beyond endurance.

Hearing a noise inside I turned to look through the door. Inside I was met by an eerie sight. All the schoolkids were arrayed around the table, exactly as they had been when I first saw them. Behind each person was the spirit of that child in ghostly outline.  They were all sitting there smiling happily, yet of the two adults, the ‘teachers’ there was no sign at all.

The only sound I could hear was the soft hoot of an owl telling me all was well in the world. He was keeping his watch and all was well.

I cannot explain my dream, perhaps over time the meaning will come to me. Until then, perhaps you may have an idea. Perhaps its message is meant for…. you?

The Bat that flits at close of Eve

Has left the Brain that won’t believe.

The Owl that calls upon the Night

Speaks the Unbeliever’s fright.” William Blake quotes

All is well in the world. We are all being looked after.  Blessings.   Susan xx

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Best friends

Best Friends by oneinsightcloser.com

As small children it seems easy to make friends. We actually do it without thinking, a new child appears in the group and they are automatically included and join in whatever is happening. The most beautiful friendships can develop from there, some lasting a lifetime. The innocence is heartwarming and  everyone loves to see it. The friendship of small children is like a garden of flowers, bright, beautiful and always making you smile.

It’s a proven fact that the majority of friendships are made during the school years.  Some of us make them throughout lower school and some during university. The bonds of friendship are tested through time and we have someone we can rely on in good times and bad. They are there when we need a shoulder to cry on when our first love disappears, and are there with a hug and  simple acceptance when life turns sad as we lose someone close. There  is a closeness which nothing diminishes and we are all the better and stronger for it. Grief seems easier to bear with a close friend and a friendly shoulder.

Yet there are also those of us, who, for no apparent reason, go through our young lives without forming those close bonds. We may have been picked on because we didn’t conform to the norm. We were ‘fat’, wore strange clothes, had funny hair or spoke with a different accent. Sometimes there is no reason we can find for not being part of the group and not finding that closeness that friendship can bring. Occasionally something happens and after being part of a circle of friends the group decides to ostracize you. There seems no rhyme or reason yet it happens and you flounder to find a way through the rejection.  My friends ‘came back’ once they realised that I wasn’t going to ‘moon’ around after them. In fact I avoided being anywhere near them and they found that too uncomfortable. So, being in a relatively small community, I was invited back in again. There was one rather major problem though. I didn’t like being rejected and I definitely didn’t like being hurt. I rejoined the group but not before I had made a solemn promise to myself. Never again would I allow anyone to have the power to hurt me in that way again. No-one would get ‘in’ to break my heart.  For a long time it worked too.  I moved through life, apparently part of a group of friends, without anyone special, but still one of ‘the pack’.
Sad girl

Unless we are in this lonely situation we may not even think about it. Life is too hectic and we have too many things to distract us that we don’t see what may be right there in front of us. Of course, even worse than that blindness is being in the midst of that isolation yourself.  Who do you turn to for support if you don’t have a close friend, or for that matter, anyone you can call a friend. It’s not simply sad, it’s not even pathetic, it’s crushing and soul devouring. It can be even worse. My garden of flowers had become overrun with weeds.

Not long ago I was in the situation where a long-term marriage was reaching its last gasp.  I had used up all my reserves of energy, was worn out and could no longer think of any alternatives to try in order to save a relationship already dead, it simply hadn’t remembered to stop breathing yet.  Everything had been tried. We talked to counsellors, friends, family and probably driven each other to the edge of insanity trying to talk through insurmountable problems with no end in sight. At least they had become insurmountable as I realised we had drifted so far from each other that there was no point of reference at which to begin a ‘rescue attempt’.  It was heartbreaking, not being able to save something I’d given over two decades of my life to and had believe would last a lifetime.  Two strangers sharing the same space with nothing in common any longer.   Ironically for me, my husband at the time really couldn’t see that we had a problem.  “Had a problem”, that was a laugh, the problems were so many it was hard to know where to begin when the counsellor asked what the problem was. I believe that was the point at which I realised a rescue attempt was simply not going to work. So he blamed me for the demise of our relationship. there always has to be someone at fault.
arguing couple

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I wanted, for the sake of my  – our – children to stay as long as possible and let them have a ‘family’ life.  For me, for us, it was a stupid mistake. Instead of seeing a good family life they say what can happen when love has simply drifted away.  The best of marriages are founded on a basis of friendship. That deep connection where two people know, without words, that the other is always there for them, a support in good times and bad.   Now we had a situation where, whilst not enemies, there was nothing there to build anything on, not even for the children’s sake.  Yet the parting held “no such sweet sorrow” but only relief.  If only that had been the end of it. Some things just linger on and on.

There is a prevailing belief in society today that marriage breakdown is a disease, something which can be caught if you aren’t careful. All the ‘friends’ I believed I had suddenly melted into the ether.  Far from having someone to talk to, to help ease the confusion and sadness, share a coffee with and provide that warm hug to help give you strength, I found I was isolated and alone.  From a place where the struggle had been a nightmare, a new nightmare began.  For some reason this seemed even worse than before.  Now I was faced with a situation where I felt there had to be something ‘wrong’ with me or I wouldn’t be rejected yet again.  All the old hurts from my childhood returned with even more vigour and I had nowhere to turn to find out why it had happened.  My garden of weeds had become a jungle of weeds, thorny and poisonous.
thorny weeds

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I’d like to say there is an easy solution. I’d love to say there is a solution at all. I still don’t have that wonderful friend I’ve been searching for, someone to share a laugh and a coffee; go window shopping or watch a movie together’ share a heart to heart when we need one. I feel the lack frequently when I hear or read about someone enjoying time with a friend or friends.  I haven’t worked out what to do although I’m told I’m a nice person, helpful, kind and considerate. Not to blow my own trumpet, but who else will.   I need a friend. I know that and would welcome one into my life and one day one will turn up. That will be a beautiful day and I will treasure it forever.

There is a happy ending though.  After finally giving up on relationships completely and deciding to ‘retire’ to a unit ‘far, far away, spending the rest of a long life become a crabby old spinster, knitting in my rocking chair,  I met a wonderful and charming man who completely knocked me off my feet.  He was, not to exaggerate, everything I had always dreamed of but doubted I would ever find.  He is a gentleman. He opens my door and carries my parcels for me. Not because I can’t but because he likes to do something nice for me. He loves to make a cup of tea and we share cooking dinner together. In fact we share almost everything and it isn’t overpowering, it feels darned good. I can finish his thoughts, and pick up on what he is thinking. We will both decide at the same time that we feel like going out for a coffee or a movie, a walk on the beach or sharing a picnic when the moon is full. I found my ‘soul mate’ for real, and I couldn’t be happier for it.  My life has turned full circle.  My ‘best friend’ (apart from my husband who is also my best friend as well as my husband, lover and partner) will arrive one day soon and life will be complete.  We  have so many things we are planning, work, travel, fun, new businesses we love, life is so full it is breathtaking. I have been truly blessed. I know that life will continue to be blessed. Why, because that’s how it’s meant to be, how we are planning it to be and so it will be.

Garden of roses

Keep the faith, friends come and go, some take longer than others, weeds always grow in untended soil but when the roses bloom, magic fills the air, and of course the fairies.

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