Sauces and scrabble

Firstly. Still no bed. I’m trying to convince myself that I’m living in a Japanese themed bedroom and the mattress on the floor is all part of some unplanned feng shui phase.  Reality is I still have no date for my new house and I’m still mainly eating pizza or mostly going out to eat because I feel quite disasociated in my temporary home.  The house is fine but it is not my ‘home’.

It got me thinking what is a home. I’ve lived in a few houses through my life. 12 actually. Some of those houses I lived in for years and they never really felt like a home. Some for much shorter periods of time that became home.  What makes a place your ‘home’?.   You know that kind of home that even after a lovely holiday you’re excited and glad to step back into it.

For me.

The family inside, the pencil on the wall marking your children’s growth, a flower that miraculously grew from the seed you threw into the soil, the birds that visit regularly, the patch in the garden where the sun warms your skin, the ingredients in the cupboard waiting to be cooked, the postcard on the fridge and the scribbled note kept safely. The pooches playing with a new toy. The red nose that has been left on the wall from a home made Christmas party game. That tea set you had to buy. Heart decorations bought just for you. A box of collected memorabilia. The shells picked up from your favourite beach. A special photo that always makes you smile. Music that you have to dance to. A piece of furniture that you love. A charity shop bought jug full of your favourite flowers. A suitcase of letters from a time before Facebook.  The phone ringing with someone just checking in. A friend popping in for coffee (or wine!). Snuggling under a throw with your favourite film. A game of scrabble. Books.  Chats over dinnertime. Hugs on tap.  A notebook of dreams.  Pennies collecting in a jar.  Candles and fairy lights.   Pillows.  A box of crafts to be made into cards.  Recipes photocopied bearing food splashes.  A favourite mug filled with camomile tea.  The smell of home made tomato and basil sauce simmering. A piano waiting for you to finally learn that piece.  And of course. Most importantly…

Family (furry or not!).

Moments.

Memories.

Safety.

Security.

Love.

…….and also perhaps……..a  comfy bed!!!

I’m so excited to build all these memories again in my new home that will add to life’s memories of my last….

Join me next week for the next episode of…. ‘is Dwysan still sleeping on the floor?’ ….

Happy Sunday everyone xx 

Dare to dream

What else is there to write about today other than WALES?!

For so many reasons. I’m always proud to be Welsh.  Yes I’m proud because the footie team beat the Belgium team to go through. Yes I’m proud of our fans.  Yes I cry as I hear the national anthem sweep through the stands.

I’m proud though mostly of our attitude.  Of the attitude of the team. Of the attitude of the manager.  It’s Welsh.  It’s so so Welsh.  Here for each other. Not one person trying to get the limelight.  Holding hands.  An ability to merge and mix with those on the ‘opposing sides’.  The confidence to say when you’re wrong.  The strength to stand and be proud when everything goes right.  The humility to admit you’ve made a mistake.  The passion to invoke pride in millions of people.  Not just Welsh people.

Where does this come from?

A dream.  The dream.  Belief in the dream.

When asked what he does to this team, Coleman replies simply…..  I dare to dream.  He implores youngsters to take this on.  To dream.  If you don’t dream, then what have you got?

This is what I am left with this weekend. The passion and the belief of dreams.  Because we can all have them.

After the legendary game on Friday night I woke up listening to the seagulls play.  With a bit of a heavy head I find myself on a beach scattered lightly with people and dogs.  It’s sparse and beautiful.

Windsurfers crash against the breeze.

Women and men jog bare foot in the sand against the horizon.

Dogs run excitedly into the froth and swell of the sea.

The sun has won its battle against the snow coloured clouds and with the breeze scatters patterns along the sand.

There’s a moment when I stop and I devour it.

I stop and dream.

Do you ever stop and dream?

I stopped and I decided to spin around on the sand, taking in the sound of the natural crashing waves and the heat of the sun shining heavily on my face.  It felt silly.  It felt amazing.

I couldn’t be happier to be born anywhere in the world than Wales.  We’re unique.  We’re a team.  And we dare to dream.

 

Happy Sunday (night) everyone x x x

 

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Invisible obstacles

I’m writing this a bit earlier than normal because as you read it I’m probably on my way to Liverpool to a colour obstacle run that one of my friends persuaded me to take part in.  Photos to follow I’m sure!!

These obstacles are there to create a bit of fun and are taken up voluntarily but what about the obstacles we can’t avoid?

It’s been a good week in an odd week. Life continues with its own obstacles and mountains to climb.  friends that I wish I could protect , more hospital visits, a horrid sick bug, conducting appraisals, helping to wipe up tears, saying goodbye, awkward moments, busy work, angst, time constraints… all the usual stuff we all deal with.  Life isn’t it!

So why in this week which seemingly was quite grey in parts am I feeling good?

Well…  the sun shone – a lot! That alone raises your mood doesn’t it?  I walked and talked and sat and took photos.  I  was enlightened about new ideas from friends and I revelled in blogs about bluebells and floral photos on instagram.  I sat on the sofa leaning on my partner and started reading a book (something I’ve not done in a while!) and despite the appearance of monsters with tentacles (thanks *you* for that recommendation!) it felt relaxed, normal, nice, here, now, lovely and most importantly not stressy… just to be able to do that and not worry.

I took my dog to the river and learnt that she can swim fantastically well, she barks and I throw sticks, her fur melts away and she looks more rat like than dog like but her wagging tail tells me she is having the most fun she’s had in ages.  I love that dog so much!

I’ve been cooking, trying out new recipes – simple stuff like pasta in hoummous with green and black olives on a bed of rocket with toasted pine nuts, topped with garlic mushrooms. It was LOVELY!  I also have found the most amazing soup receipe with red lentils, garlic, tomatoes and sweet potato – I brought some into work and it went down very well even though it was meat free! 

I’ve started drinking (the occasional) coffee again! I haven’t had one for 18 months and sat at a cafe in the sun at the weekend with a frothy cappuccino and a warm chocolate fudge cake just watching the world tick by.   I’ve started eating almonds and juicy raisins in the morning with my cereal and instead of eating it rushing about the house I take ten minutes and I … well eat it, properly! 

I laughed with friends over a glass or two and I watch from the sidelines as my son continues to take life in his stride and makes me proud every second.  My mum called to see me just to give me a kiss on the cheek and my step dad dropped over the most amazing red vibrant plant that now adorns my kitchen window. 

I people watched and saw a balding man carrying his dog in a rucksack and a grown woman with pink ankle socks and sandals.  I passed a cafe and a man with a beard held his partners hands and love just sprung out everywhere as he looked at her. Beautiful.  

So yes there are obstacles visible and non visible  but there are masses of small moments that sometimes we can forget about or sometimes we don’t see them because we’re so busy.   Slowing down,  focussing  on them can sometimes make you feel that bit happier about life.

One more thing I did this week is something I’ve never done before!!  I wanted to share it with you and I hope maybe you will do it too and savour the feeling.  As I drove back home one day, roof down, sunglasses on, new CD blaring out (some trance music that I’m clearly far too old for) – I punched the air and let out an almight whooooop.  Not just once but three times.  You know like Americans do on films.  And it felt good!  There was nothing remarkable about my week, it was like yours with it’s bad and good points but for those small moments of joy let out a whooop and bask in the silliness! 

Happy Sunday all x x

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