Afar is a lush land kilometers away
                               Sure I should simply sail there today
                               No time to dwell!
                              So go there I shall!
                              Rightly regardless of reasons to stay!


Retrospective 101! Leftover Sandwiches ! ( note that is plural) :-) – therefore possibly a pure Feast?


I promised myself this will not be one of those sorry I have not blogged as much as I would have liked – sorry I haven’t posted all the daily 101 prompts – sorry but….because…despite….instead of…..ya di ya di ya !!  posts 🙂

Just as I promised myself – and you all. to a lesser degree perhaps – that I would endeavour to do all of the above throughout November.

While November got off to a flying start – if promoted and displayed in chunks of somewhat frenetic activity – it and I slowed to a leisurely stroll and finally a halt!  Yet the insistent ping of my daily emails still exposed me to each prompt/idea/nugget of advice and in some cases prompted half written drafts and much debate over which of my many photographs zealously stored on my tablet from many solitary sojourns to share with a waiting blogisphere.  Yet as much as I wavered, waylaid, off on a tangent, inappropriated elsewhere, my soul was still as much involved on my self designated yet all too easily abandoned project. I thought about the topics daily, some inspired me greatly, some not so deeply – and I hankered for more time, more inclination, more self discipline….more, more, more, please sir, can I have some more sir……!!!

In retrospect and reflection, as December tumbled unexpectedly down upon us, I realise despite a penchant for non publication of my musings I had learnt a great deal from my own personal experience of blogging this month – albeit shortlived in its essence. More than a few later prompts highlighted this for me – I had been intrigued and thus inspired by The Rains Had Finally Come and although my own ‘dry wells’ at that point were still not yet to resurge I was still contemplating on the very essence of blogging and its world. The very reminder that we are all unique, that the writing process is unique, that we all create – and deliver- at totally different rates and noone can forsee the drought or the sudden rainfall was re-inspiration in itself.  When Blogging Inspiring Bloggers also spurred me on to explore further and find even more unique,equally talented bloggers than I did in week one – before my self inflicted dry spell-  I then knew I had finally got some kind of handle on this business!

So what have I learned?

Lots of tips on bringing the blog alive and realising I am in urgent need of advice on formatting my page far better especially thematically. Ideas on using different voices or styles and fresh ideas such as imbedding links, clips, etc all of which I am still to attempt.

That I’m an all or nothing kinda gal – partly known to most anyway! – that I wanted to blog daily or not at all and when it started to slip I took copious notes, jotted ideas, drank in daily situations or moments of inspiration, mini-ephiphanies – yet seemed to face the ultimate block in committing fully to my drafts. A busy working life may suffice as an excuse – but remember we are not here to hear any of my excuses. And I want nor do I deserve any special leniency! I have discovered a great deal in this labyrinth of exploration and know my limits more – twice a month with the odd dabble between lies somewhere near my blogging capacity as enquired after in another daily post. I identify my ‘flavours’ far more intensely when selecting new material to follow, yet remain open to persuasion and recommendation. The flurry of likes and followers and encouraging comments within my only real week of commitment excited and amazed me as it suddenly dawned on this relative novice that I had never sought others enough who would then seek out myself. Like a voice or a face unintroduced at a busy party it was down to me to take the initiative at last.


I have broken down barriers, slipped my foot off the parapet , no longer ‘alone and lonely loitering’ (Keates) but in through the door of a fascinating and totally rewarding world.

Having written for years but rarely published it has come at a perfect time for me in my personal world to finally release some of my ‘weavings’ onto a (hopefully) waiting world and despite my haphazard, infrequent missives I hope those of my followers who possess patience feel well rewarded enough when I do let the wells surge forth…..

I could even be sneaky now and class this as a longread for some – insidiously entering the realm of writing201 (!) but I will admit to a certain red leather bound notebook that is haunting me with its wisps of ideas and ethereal thoughts on most of November’s prompts for both photo101 and blogging101.


here is an open question to anyone inclined to read and anyone kind enough to indulge me by a forthright answer:

Would it be classed as cheeky to use my gatherings across this late British  ‘season of mists and mellow fruitfulness’ – to reap what I have personally sown, – to pick out the best bits of my Leftover Sandwiches – and publish them anyway despite both challenges closed?

Who knows there may just be some caviar hiding amongst the limpest of lettuces…….:-)

Comments cordially invited!

Return Address: Our Princess Responds #blogging101

wpid-img_11207315154888.jpegHey thanks for telling me all those things – but you are right! I already knew!
Its pretty clear in the way you are with me – the calm you spread to me – the zone we occupy when I get to be with you at last.
Its pretty cool that you have so many books – I know as I get older that will be a one stop shop – cannot wait to begin!
Its pretty evident you care – I feel lucky so far to have been chosen by this clan – if I need you I feel you will be there.

Please look after mummy though. I adore her and she is pretty lost at the moment.
I know you have worried about her all her life and she is so so beautiful, and soft and kind that I cannot imagine why she should be so sad.
Its a different slant of Sadness and I do not want to feel her Despair.

Do you think as a team we can bring some real joy back into her life?
Please let’s try.

That’s all really.

I am here to love and be loved.

Here we stand – the 3 ages of woman – child, mother, and grandmother.
Alike yet necessarily individual.
Blood not Water
Irrevocably entwined forever……


The Spice Of Success #blogging101

Years ago one of my first ever ‘grown up’ jobs was in a spice factory!

Having recently returned from travelling around Europe and feeling this a temporary option until I succumbed again to my insatiable wanderlust  – I was destined to remain trapped there for 18 months! – I consoled myself with a half decent weekly pay packet and a mad social life with others of a similar age – 19!! More like a festering hot pot of lust, despair and endless, pointless banter at least it still makes me smile to this day when I recall our antics amongst those equally endless racks of strong smelling exotic spices . Nothing more erotic than some harmless flirting and giggly gossip compounded with the weeks end of club night after which no one came in on the Thursday to nurse their hangovers instead choosing weekend overtime! There we were the flotsam and jetsam of the local society biding our time until more promising  pastures loomed! Treating our day jobs we DO want to give up like appendages to our social activities.

So,no, I wouldn’t look back on it as the most successful period of my life especially after my European sojourn from the tender age of 17 – I thought I had already ‘escaped’ !

In essence our intimate group of spice packers were like the spices themselves! Hot and peppery personalities mixed with blander but essentially useful types; a real plethora of society none of whom in my somewhat hazy recall wanted to do much more than get their personal 8 – 4 shift done and dusted and head home until the daily Groundhog bellowed once more.
And so we trudged along – intermittent ‘dramas’ punctuating our little lives such as the skinniest yet fastest and most heaviest lifting picker gloriously giving birth amongst the racking without a hint of foreshadowing!! Nothing else really topped that mind boggling event but it gave us fodder for months to come…

Inside I was bloody screaming !!

I often wonder at those times, that era, those little lives now – some of which I feel sure have already been sadly rounded with a sleep….the factory still lives on – are some of them still insanely incarcerated within ? Did any get released to live their dreams? To actually live their lives for god sake!
Sadly, some never even touched on my perspective, willing, others often even eager, to toil mercilessly on ad infinitum….
I questioned their ‘caged’  minds as they questioned my ‘free spirit’

I was one of the lucky ones! Self fortuitous because as the internal screaming intensified survival instinct cut in and like a hastily picked, dropped and broken spice jar that lay with its contents strewn across the picking aisles for all to see, my panic and bile at this Is This All There Is??? existence spew forth one day mid staff meeting. My sorry arse was never seen gracing that clocking in machine again!

But I’ve never forgotten, you know?
Even if that is a self deterrent to repeat such folly in life – I am well aware that the idealistic nineteen year old me laid the base there – like the intangible mix of well chosen spices that add flavour and punch to a dish of delight I have lived my life since deliberately mixing things up.
If anything that early ‘mis’ choice, that wrong turning, laid a pure foundation for me of what I oh so didn’t want in my future.

Turmeric. That’s me .
Strong. Bright. Flavoursome. Pungent. Not to everybody’s taste I won’t deny.
But undeniably present.
Hopefully unforgotten….

And while I may garner no gold watch in this rather bohemian transient life I have led and continue to persue- few accolades are richer – are sweeter- than the delicious smell of my ultimate Success.

Escaping their   Eternal RatRace…..


William Kean Seymour —

‘In a cool solitude of trees

Where leaves and birds a music spin,

Mind that was weary is at ease,

New rhythms in the soul begin.’imageWALKING through this beautiful weave of old trees i stood long and admired ….

‘I gazed–and gazed–but little thought 

What wealth the show to me had brought: 

For oft, when on my couch I lie 
In vacant or in pensive mood, 
They flash upon that inward eye 

Which is the bliss of solitude;  ‘

William Wordsworth ❤


…And at the close of my tranquil wandering I come across the Ultimate Sense of Solitude….. ❤


So Beautiful! ~ ~ And Literate For One Day!

IMG_69078120553863OH How I have longed to converse with you over the past year.

I know you know it all – those deep blue eyes hold so many untold secrets – as yet, concealed.

You watch us all intently but reveal nothing! While we?  We witter on unnecessarily , we banter, beg, cajole and smile. Pull ridiculous faces and sing daft or soothing songs to try to pacify or entertain. To let you know.

But you already know don’t you?

You dare already holding court and you have already combined the art of gaining what you need or want with a pout, a cry but moreover, a winning smile. And such a smile. And such beguiling eyes!

You know I feel for you a thousand heartbeats in one, and in each day that passes with you a million memories infiltrate my weary mind and bring me transient, wistful, longed for Hope.

Especially Now.

And our bond, your Future, those simple steps you took the very week his Soul left seemed to surge through all our Souls respectively. You are my legacy, his legacy, her legacy and you know that all of these wonderous joyous moments with you are like drops of healing salve, like messages from the Angels who sent you.

So anyway,gorgeous, now is your chance today to turn hard won babble into lucid tones – so let us all know how you feel about this crazy world so far that our equally crazy family have deposited you in ! 🙂

The years ahead shine brightly Princess ❤

Quote By Heart #blogging101

This quote of part of Blake’s poem has haunted me for years – not least because the first time I ever heard it it resonated with overtures of my own psyche – back then anyway….

I still love it and often share it ….any responses welcome…

Oh Rose thou art sick

The invisible worm flies through the night in the howling storm

Seeks out thy heart in its crimson joy

And with his dark secret Love does thy Life destroy ….

The dark secretive images suggest inner destruction …also reminiscent of a damaging, soul destroying, past relationship I once invited into my misguided head back then.

It may seem unhealthy to look back but I feel far lighter of heart when I recognise how far I have finally come….