Wishing all my fellow bloggers around the world happy healthy lives in 2015. Blogging was something I started in January 2014 as a New Year’s resolution with the Zero to Hero Challenge and it’s been quite a ride.
I’ve read inspiring, challenging, annoying, interesting, thought provoking, sad and funny posts. Thanks to all.
I’ve been inspired by the all the photography blogs and loved to see people’s contributions to various photo challenges. So creative.
I’ve shared thoughts, feelings and ideas over the year – blogging saw me through the painful loss of my mother and I so appreciated the kind support of people in the blogging community. Empathy abounded.
And mostly I’ve loved participating in the photo challenges – reading the theme of the week and either taking shots to fit the theme or trawling back in my folders.
Blogging has become a part of my life in 2014 and I look forward to much more in the year ahead. Thank you for the part you play in that.
Here’s to us!
This is how I want my 2015 to be:
Such confusing signage here – looks like a collision waiting to happen!
Little warmth to be found in Chichester hospital corridor on Christmas Day!
Down at West Wittering beach on the day before Christmas Eve, icy winds yet the beach huts a reminder of the warmth of sunny days, sand castles, sandy sandwiches and swims. Windsurfers snug in their wet suits returning pink cheeked to their cars with thermos flasks of tea or maybe something stronger.
I learned recently of the very sudden unexpected death of a former work colleague’s husband, a man full of life and vigour. Early 50s and he and his wife, my friend, were just embarking on the children grown up and away, next phase of their lives. A new home, a full new life ahead of them both. And now suddenly not. A new life ahead for her and not one she would have ever imagined.
My heart goes out to her on the eve of the funeral, saying farewell to someone she saw herself having so many years ahead with. A space now in her life, huge, gaping. I feel for her pain tomorrow and the days, weeks and months ahead and for her two children. We’re never old enough to lose a parent.
To lose someone at this time of year where every magazine, radio or tv show are in full festivity mode is even tougher. Though always unbearable whatever time of year.
I held my partner tight when I heard the news. Who knows how long we have but I am reminded to savour each moment as if it could be our last, to make it a good contributing loving life full of everyday kindnesses and generosity to each other. To never regret last words being harsh or things left unsaid. To have love be what we remember most.
Not my favourite colour at all…. Was wondering what I might submit and passed this shop window. Perfect. Yellow lipstick. Hoping that’s not amongst my Christmas presents
A bit of twinkle and glitter in this festive shop display…. Not sure it really worked!