Wednesday, 29 April 2009
Update
Weight static at the moment and trying so hard not to binge, but I think I've found a reason for this and am hoping to get an assessment of my current mental health. Just waiting on a phone call back and if it doesn't happen this week, then I'll phone again. Hoping this allows me to move on. Going back to Dublin this weekend with hubby and son this time to visit rellies. Looking forward to see the flowers of St Stephen's Green again xx
Friday, 24 April 2009
Walking back
Since Dublin last week, I've been binge-eating. Punishing myself for being shy one moment and then loud the next - swinging between my parents' traits - without settling on what I want to be: confident without cocky, confident without the show-off/know-it-all... For I too was called stupid as a child and an adult, and as a mechanism tried to show how clever I really was by finishing people's sentences etc, when really that's not what I'm about. Anyway, today I'm taking steps to lose back the few pounds that I've gained and take steps to try to deal with the two sides to make a real me. Weight gained 3lb but control gained back too now.
Starting to feel more positive again, xx
Starting to feel more positive again, xx
Wednesday, 22 April 2009
Six word stories
I saw this on the telly a few weeks ago and thought I would give it a go, although the stories don't have to be life stories:
Initial sadness, but better ending expected.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/gloucestershire/content/articles/2008/04/28/six_word_feature.shtml
Initial sadness, but better ending expected.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/gloucestershire/content/articles/2008/04/28/six_word_feature.shtml
OU Art History essay - update
Finished my essay on time and have now had my marks back - 68%. There used to be a time in my perfectionist past when I though anything less than 75% was a fail. Now I'm grateful to pass (whatever the mark) - yes. Particularly as my tutor's one of the writers of the course and an expert in Renaissance Art so I can't get away with waffle or filling, and I hadn't finished the course work the assignment covered, so extremely happy to pass that one :) 1 down, 4 to go and the final one is just days before the hopeful start of Brian's UK tour. Only 44 days till the next essay...
xx
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Dublin (part 1) - the Getting There
Well, my review of my time in Dublin has taken a while. Much reflection and recovery from the journey, and then the deflation from the high, and the committing it to cyber paper with the knowledge that that then means it has all ended once again. The concert itself was fabulous, but that was only part of the journey taken.
The flight to Dublin was late – the plane into East Midlands Airport had been late, meaning a lot of standing around and nerves gathering. The time of the flight went passed with the departure board saying “Relax and shop” as the flights before and after mine ticked off announcing gates, then boarding and final calls, whilst I was still supposed to “relax and shop”. Flying Ryanair was definitely an experience, watching the plane arrive, discharge its previous passengers and their belongings and then take on its next charges in about 20 minutes flat. Anyway it meant that I arrived in Dublin, later than planned, in rain. I managed to find the right bus to take me near to the guesthouse where I was staying, but the traffic crossing over the River Liffey was queuing in the rain and so I didn’t have time to go to the National Gallery to see a particular painting for my Art History extended essay – luckily I’ll be back in Dublin to see family in a few weeks time, so can do it then. Found the guesthouse quite easily. Its radiators were on full blast, not so unusual for hotels, but more full on than most, but at least it meant a hot bath, to wash the airport and travelling off: hours of waiting for less than 1 hour of flight.
I had arranged to meet friends who had travelled over to Dublin the day before, for a meal before the concert and to get a final signature to a tag book I had been organising. You see the concert we were going to was to celebrate as the National Concert Hall put it itself - Brian Kennedy will perform a special concert to celebrate 20 years in the music business that will feature all his greatest hits from his whole career including A Better Man, Life, Love & Happiness, Get On With Your Short Life, You Raise Me Up, Get It Right Next Time, Gaye, Brown Eyed Girl and many more. I was a relative “Johnny come lately” having only been a fan since 1996, when I saw Brian as the support act and special guest of Clannad. I had heard of him before then, but his vocal talents had up until then passed me by. I’ve now seen him some 10 times both in England and Ireland, and each time it’s like the first time, the way the hairs stand up on end on hearing certain songs. Since the start of this year, I had been organising some gifts to give to Brian to celebrate his achievement of 20 years, and so the night would also include the giving of these – a Black Cut Waterford Crystal Glass Candle bowl, an arrangement of white roses and a scrapbook containing gift tags with people’s personal message of thanks and congratulations to Brian. I had hoped to get most of his fan base involved, but that wasn’t to be, as most didn’t put their names forward. So eventually it was given as a band of friends and fans, although not all could make it to the final giving.
Three of us met for an Italian meal, chat and wine, and then walked over to the National Concert Hall to met more friends, some up till then known only in cyber land, a few as friends met previously along the BK road. The gift group included fans from Northern & Southern Ireland, from England and Germany, with all but one going to the concert that night. I was very nervous, having nursed the cut glass bowl in my hand luggage. I had also been told that the flowers hadn’t arrived as at 5.00pm but couldn’t get an update, so went to the auditorium, worried that the one thing I’d organised but not personally brought, the flowers, might not make it backstage in time for Brian – much internal wailing and gnawing of teeth. Remember smile…
The flight to Dublin was late – the plane into East Midlands Airport had been late, meaning a lot of standing around and nerves gathering. The time of the flight went passed with the departure board saying “Relax and shop” as the flights before and after mine ticked off announcing gates, then boarding and final calls, whilst I was still supposed to “relax and shop”. Flying Ryanair was definitely an experience, watching the plane arrive, discharge its previous passengers and their belongings and then take on its next charges in about 20 minutes flat. Anyway it meant that I arrived in Dublin, later than planned, in rain. I managed to find the right bus to take me near to the guesthouse where I was staying, but the traffic crossing over the River Liffey was queuing in the rain and so I didn’t have time to go to the National Gallery to see a particular painting for my Art History extended essay – luckily I’ll be back in Dublin to see family in a few weeks time, so can do it then. Found the guesthouse quite easily. Its radiators were on full blast, not so unusual for hotels, but more full on than most, but at least it meant a hot bath, to wash the airport and travelling off: hours of waiting for less than 1 hour of flight.
I had arranged to meet friends who had travelled over to Dublin the day before, for a meal before the concert and to get a final signature to a tag book I had been organising. You see the concert we were going to was to celebrate as the National Concert Hall put it itself - Brian Kennedy will perform a special concert to celebrate 20 years in the music business that will feature all his greatest hits from his whole career including A Better Man, Life, Love & Happiness, Get On With Your Short Life, You Raise Me Up, Get It Right Next Time, Gaye, Brown Eyed Girl and many more. I was a relative “Johnny come lately” having only been a fan since 1996, when I saw Brian as the support act and special guest of Clannad. I had heard of him before then, but his vocal talents had up until then passed me by. I’ve now seen him some 10 times both in England and Ireland, and each time it’s like the first time, the way the hairs stand up on end on hearing certain songs. Since the start of this year, I had been organising some gifts to give to Brian to celebrate his achievement of 20 years, and so the night would also include the giving of these – a Black Cut Waterford Crystal Glass Candle bowl, an arrangement of white roses and a scrapbook containing gift tags with people’s personal message of thanks and congratulations to Brian. I had hoped to get most of his fan base involved, but that wasn’t to be, as most didn’t put their names forward. So eventually it was given as a band of friends and fans, although not all could make it to the final giving.
Three of us met for an Italian meal, chat and wine, and then walked over to the National Concert Hall to met more friends, some up till then known only in cyber land, a few as friends met previously along the BK road. The gift group included fans from Northern & Southern Ireland, from England and Germany, with all but one going to the concert that night. I was very nervous, having nursed the cut glass bowl in my hand luggage. I had also been told that the flowers hadn’t arrived as at 5.00pm but couldn’t get an update, so went to the auditorium, worried that the one thing I’d organised but not personally brought, the flowers, might not make it backstage in time for Brian – much internal wailing and gnawing of teeth. Remember smile…
Dublin (part 2) - The Concert and Being There
The concert was breathtaking. I was sat in the second row, just in front of Brian. The set included songs from most of his 10 albums and covered from the very beginning to his latest album of covers/interpretations: Gaye, Get it Right Next Time, Captured, Town, Hollow, Galileo, Dangerous, Crazy Love/Have I told you lately, These Days, Different God, A Better Man, The Reason We are Here, Silver Hearts on Chains, The Curragh of Kildare, Christopher St, These Days, The Ballad of Killaloe, Get on with your short life/Put the Message in the Box - with Brown Eyed Girl and You Raise me Up as the encore songs. Brian was a featured singer with Van Morrison for a number of years in the late 90s and there is always a Van Morrison section to his concerts where he sings at least one Van song as a tribute to the exposure and experiences that association brought.
I really love “Gaye” as the opener. This is a cover of the Clifford T Ward song and works so well, allowing Brian to emerge onto the stage during the intro, and the song itself shows Brian’s vocal talents off so well, allowing for us also to see him turn and move. Brian enjoys some banter with the crowd between songs and finding some (slightly Dutch) courage after the 3rd song, I piped up “Wasn’t it time” Brian took his jacket off, he was looking so hot under the stage lights. It was purely concern for his welfare that made me say it, honestly ;) Brian said that it would cost to remove his jacket now so I wondered “Pounds or Euros” and he laughed.
I had been talking with the friends I went with during the interval, and one had said that she really hoped Brian would sing “Dangerous” but she didn’t want to shout for it, so I said that I would if the opportunity arose, as I love that one too. You see set lists are fluid with Brian: you can shout out songs and sometimes he sings them and sometimes not depending if he remembers the lyrics or tunes or if the band knows the songs too. Brian will also decide as the concert progresses what songs he feels should be next and discusses with his main guitarist and friend, Pat Gribben on where to take the mood or carry on a particular vibe. So when Brian announced he would be Dangerous, there was such a shriek from us at the front – to which Brian asked if there had been a scolding incident? Yep, just too hot there Brian.
At a Brian concert you just get wrapped up and loose yourself, and time almost becomes irrelevant. The Concert Hall has seating in the round, with a large Church organ against the back wall. The seating behind the stage was high up, on par with being in the circle, effectively giving only a half back drop for the stage, but this area was decorated with small blue lights, twinkling like stars on a clear black night. Brian’s tour manager, Fred, is almost as famous as Brian on Brian’s fan forum for concerts, as he announces Brian, re-tunes guitars, deals with emergencies, sound checks the equipment and keeps the timing for the concert. When he appears and whispers in Brian’s ear, that the end will be soon, it’s when you suddenly realise that the magic will end, although fingers crossed you will have the signing afterwards. The whole audience were enthralled, and Brian was given two standing ovations, one for the pretend end of concert and one for the encore. Brian even managed to include some of the Irish Step work he had to learn when he was the Lead (singing) soloist in Riverdance when it was on Broadway in 2000.
Brian thanked the audience for coming to see him - especially given the current climate and as his message for getting through the recession he sang Get On With Your Short Life. He also thanked the band, lighting and sound, his manager and the lady who runs his website, leaving Fred to very last saying that Fred would complain if he didn’t thank him at all.
At most concerts, You Raise Me Up is the last song of the encore, as Brian was the singer on the original version of the song, but in concert Brian sings it accapello, and sometimes without the aid of a microphone. It took him a few moments to compose himself. He has prefect pitch, but often says that he has to get the start of the song in the right key otherwise the ending is too high, even for him. But as soon as you hear the opening words, the audience usually fall completely silent. You can hear your own heartbeat or would hear a pin drop. Someone else described it as “though people had stopped breathing… [no] sound from the auditorium except for Brian’s voice which was soft at first and then stronger, as he delivered the oh so familiar words ‘When I am down….’ People relaxed into the song, and there was an air of satisfaction and contentment running right around the concert hall… the highlight of the night… He truly has a God-given voice. It is sweet yet sharp. Crisp and clear. Soft, yet strong. It is sublime. It manages to wrap your very soul around it when you hear it. It draws you in and takes you away with it and allows you to block out everything else that is going on. ”. What is remarkable is that the voice is untrained, completely natural, even Brian’s guitar playing was self-taught. Brian often describes “You Raise me Up” as a hug in a CD box, allowing the listener to take strength or joy from it.
At the end of most concerts, Brian usually stays behind to sign things and let people take their photos with him. He says he enjoys listening to people’s stories of what certain songs mean to them, or of their news or experiences since their last BK concert. By the time we had left the auditorium, got a drink and gone to the foyer, the signing queue was very long almost literally out of the door. We tucked in at the back, just about the right side of the doors, as it was cold and wet, and waited to get our moment at the front. Unfortunately 2 of our number couldn’t stay, but we did give Brian everyone’s best wishes, rest assured.
The front of the queue was getting nearer and nearer and I was starting to feel sick, but luckily everyone else in our group kept chatting to me, so that was kept at bay. To start off we went up as a group, but each of us got our individual things signed first: I had brought the cd insert for “Captured” as it seemed the most appropriate unsigned thing I had. Brian showed the concert hall’s security guard/usher who was near him the cd photo and said “see how long my hair was?” And then Brian started signing our German lady’s CD, and as we helped him with the spelling, he said “I know that name, are you the ladies that sent me the lovely flowers?” and so then seemed a good place to give the glass and tag book to him. I don’t really remember the exact words I said, but I explained that the flowers and gifts were from our group including people who couldn’t be here as well. I’d brought some chocolate as well which I first gave to him and he said that we shouldn’t have, having already spent money to come and see him, but I explained that we had all wanted to give back to him something to celebrate his 20 years in the music business.
I had taken the glass bowl out of its box and wrappings, having nursed it all the way from home, the flight in hand luggage to arrival in Dublin. I had nearly had to unpack it at the airport x-ray machine because the lead in the glass showed up as a solid black shape in my suitcase, but luckily they had worked out what it was as I was explaining it to them. Brian was absolutely delighted with the glass bowl, and saying “how did you know?” I explained that I had been told that he collected black glass, had then seen the votive and settled on it as it was designed by John Rocha. I said that I had got to because I knew he liked John Rocha and his clothes. Brian then said that he did collect the glass and that the bowl was one of the few things he didn’t have. Lucky coincidence or what. He also said that John had been at the concert and had we seen him? I had to admit that I hadn’t. Brian loved the flowers and said that he had just the right vase for them, for in his kitchen. Unfortunately I don’t have a photo of the flowers but here’s hoping that they looked like Interflora’s pictures.
I then gave him the tag book explaining that this had been put together to go as the tag for the gifts, and he asked if it was for him to keep. He looked so delighted with the items, so surprised by and appreciative of it all, looking through the book briefly, saying genuinely that he would read it later. We then got our photographs taken with Brian, but time was pressing and there were still people behind us and our moment passed. We took a few more photos of each other and then went our separate ways, my friends walking me to my guesthouse and arranging to meet tomorrow for our journey back to East Mids.
It took me ages to get to sleep as my head kept buzzing from the concert and signing afterwards, but finally I did manage, although it wasn’t until the morning that I discovered the roof window in the room had a blind on it, although luckily I had brought a lavender scented eye mask to cut out the light in case the curtains were too thin. So 20 years. As Brian said seemed like only 10, but here’s hoping the next 20 go as swimmingly. Thank you Brian for being so giving and for being just you in a business/world that can be so fake and backstabbing. Until next time.
(Thanks to Carol and Hiltrud for the photos xx)
I really love “Gaye” as the opener. This is a cover of the Clifford T Ward song and works so well, allowing Brian to emerge onto the stage during the intro, and the song itself shows Brian’s vocal talents off so well, allowing for us also to see him turn and move. Brian enjoys some banter with the crowd between songs and finding some (slightly Dutch) courage after the 3rd song, I piped up “Wasn’t it time” Brian took his jacket off, he was looking so hot under the stage lights. It was purely concern for his welfare that made me say it, honestly ;) Brian said that it would cost to remove his jacket now so I wondered “Pounds or Euros” and he laughed.
I had been talking with the friends I went with during the interval, and one had said that she really hoped Brian would sing “Dangerous” but she didn’t want to shout for it, so I said that I would if the opportunity arose, as I love that one too. You see set lists are fluid with Brian: you can shout out songs and sometimes he sings them and sometimes not depending if he remembers the lyrics or tunes or if the band knows the songs too. Brian will also decide as the concert progresses what songs he feels should be next and discusses with his main guitarist and friend, Pat Gribben on where to take the mood or carry on a particular vibe. So when Brian announced he would be Dangerous, there was such a shriek from us at the front – to which Brian asked if there had been a scolding incident? Yep, just too hot there Brian.
At a Brian concert you just get wrapped up and loose yourself, and time almost becomes irrelevant. The Concert Hall has seating in the round, with a large Church organ against the back wall. The seating behind the stage was high up, on par with being in the circle, effectively giving only a half back drop for the stage, but this area was decorated with small blue lights, twinkling like stars on a clear black night. Brian’s tour manager, Fred, is almost as famous as Brian on Brian’s fan forum for concerts, as he announces Brian, re-tunes guitars, deals with emergencies, sound checks the equipment and keeps the timing for the concert. When he appears and whispers in Brian’s ear, that the end will be soon, it’s when you suddenly realise that the magic will end, although fingers crossed you will have the signing afterwards. The whole audience were enthralled, and Brian was given two standing ovations, one for the pretend end of concert and one for the encore. Brian even managed to include some of the Irish Step work he had to learn when he was the Lead (singing) soloist in Riverdance when it was on Broadway in 2000.
Brian thanked the audience for coming to see him - especially given the current climate and as his message for getting through the recession he sang Get On With Your Short Life. He also thanked the band, lighting and sound, his manager and the lady who runs his website, leaving Fred to very last saying that Fred would complain if he didn’t thank him at all.
At most concerts, You Raise Me Up is the last song of the encore, as Brian was the singer on the original version of the song, but in concert Brian sings it accapello, and sometimes without the aid of a microphone. It took him a few moments to compose himself. He has prefect pitch, but often says that he has to get the start of the song in the right key otherwise the ending is too high, even for him. But as soon as you hear the opening words, the audience usually fall completely silent. You can hear your own heartbeat or would hear a pin drop. Someone else described it as “though people had stopped breathing… [no] sound from the auditorium except for Brian’s voice which was soft at first and then stronger, as he delivered the oh so familiar words ‘When I am down….’ People relaxed into the song, and there was an air of satisfaction and contentment running right around the concert hall… the highlight of the night… He truly has a God-given voice. It is sweet yet sharp. Crisp and clear. Soft, yet strong. It is sublime. It manages to wrap your very soul around it when you hear it. It draws you in and takes you away with it and allows you to block out everything else that is going on. ”. What is remarkable is that the voice is untrained, completely natural, even Brian’s guitar playing was self-taught. Brian often describes “You Raise me Up” as a hug in a CD box, allowing the listener to take strength or joy from it.
At the end of most concerts, Brian usually stays behind to sign things and let people take their photos with him. He says he enjoys listening to people’s stories of what certain songs mean to them, or of their news or experiences since their last BK concert. By the time we had left the auditorium, got a drink and gone to the foyer, the signing queue was very long almost literally out of the door. We tucked in at the back, just about the right side of the doors, as it was cold and wet, and waited to get our moment at the front. Unfortunately 2 of our number couldn’t stay, but we did give Brian everyone’s best wishes, rest assured.
The front of the queue was getting nearer and nearer and I was starting to feel sick, but luckily everyone else in our group kept chatting to me, so that was kept at bay. To start off we went up as a group, but each of us got our individual things signed first: I had brought the cd insert for “Captured” as it seemed the most appropriate unsigned thing I had. Brian showed the concert hall’s security guard/usher who was near him the cd photo and said “see how long my hair was?” And then Brian started signing our German lady’s CD, and as we helped him with the spelling, he said “I know that name, are you the ladies that sent me the lovely flowers?” and so then seemed a good place to give the glass and tag book to him. I don’t really remember the exact words I said, but I explained that the flowers and gifts were from our group including people who couldn’t be here as well. I’d brought some chocolate as well which I first gave to him and he said that we shouldn’t have, having already spent money to come and see him, but I explained that we had all wanted to give back to him something to celebrate his 20 years in the music business.
I had taken the glass bowl out of its box and wrappings, having nursed it all the way from home, the flight in hand luggage to arrival in Dublin. I had nearly had to unpack it at the airport x-ray machine because the lead in the glass showed up as a solid black shape in my suitcase, but luckily they had worked out what it was as I was explaining it to them. Brian was absolutely delighted with the glass bowl, and saying “how did you know?” I explained that I had been told that he collected black glass, had then seen the votive and settled on it as it was designed by John Rocha. I said that I had got to because I knew he liked John Rocha and his clothes. Brian then said that he did collect the glass and that the bowl was one of the few things he didn’t have. Lucky coincidence or what. He also said that John had been at the concert and had we seen him? I had to admit that I hadn’t. Brian loved the flowers and said that he had just the right vase for them, for in his kitchen. Unfortunately I don’t have a photo of the flowers but here’s hoping that they looked like Interflora’s pictures.
I then gave him the tag book explaining that this had been put together to go as the tag for the gifts, and he asked if it was for him to keep. He looked so delighted with the items, so surprised by and appreciative of it all, looking through the book briefly, saying genuinely that he would read it later. We then got our photographs taken with Brian, but time was pressing and there were still people behind us and our moment passed. We took a few more photos of each other and then went our separate ways, my friends walking me to my guesthouse and arranging to meet tomorrow for our journey back to East Mids.
It took me ages to get to sleep as my head kept buzzing from the concert and signing afterwards, but finally I did manage, although it wasn’t until the morning that I discovered the roof window in the room had a blind on it, although luckily I had brought a lavender scented eye mask to cut out the light in case the curtains were too thin. So 20 years. As Brian said seemed like only 10, but here’s hoping the next 20 go as swimmingly. Thank you Brian for being so giving and for being just you in a business/world that can be so fake and backstabbing. Until next time.
(Thanks to Carol and Hiltrud for the photos xx)
Dublin (Part 3) - St Stephen's Green and Going Back
The next day was cold but not raining, so after a full breakfast I went for a walk in St Stephen’s Green, the park in front of my guesthouse, and then along Grafton Street, the main shopping area in the central of Dublin. I walked slowly, as those along me walked briskly wrapped up in their ipods and/or nursing a cardboard covered cup of coffee as they walked briskly in their trainers to work.
The green was so beautiful with tulips the size of your hand and yet the other walkers appeared to be immune to their charms, like a song drifting but ignored. My camera and I captured the beauty that otherwise was escaping notice. Probably a different story at lunch-time but may be only as a backdrop for a snatched sandwich break from the computer.
Luckily the journey back with my friends was less stressed than the journey out and I got back in time to pick up our son from school. It was strange arriving at his school for a chapel service with minutes to spare thinking 3 hours ago I was in Dublin…
The green was so beautiful with tulips the size of your hand and yet the other walkers appeared to be immune to their charms, like a song drifting but ignored. My camera and I captured the beauty that otherwise was escaping notice. Probably a different story at lunch-time but may be only as a backdrop for a snatched sandwich break from the computer.
Luckily the journey back with my friends was less stressed than the journey out and I got back in time to pick up our son from school. It was strange arriving at his school for a chapel service with minutes to spare thinking 3 hours ago I was in Dublin…
Sunday, 12 April 2009
Facebook quizzes - What colour is your aura?
I'm a sucker for these quizzes, as I'm hopeless at describing any of my talents (or otherwise). It's half out a serious quest for finding out just a bit more out of me and half curiosity how in 5 questions or more someone can give nail down what you are :)
Anyway apparently my aura's blue. Yes, I'm caring and nurturing, but I wouldn't put it quite that my life purpose is to serve. I enjoy helping, but I do it realistically, not too the detriment of me. I can't decide if a blue aura is a good thing or a bad thing. Certainly not "someone who solves their inner problems easily," but am beginning to find some peace from long-term problems I have had...
xx
Blues are the most caring, nurturing and protective personalities in the color-spectrum. They live out of their hearts and their emotions. Their life purpose is to serve, help and love others. Blues have an inner knowledge and wisdom and they feel and know what is right without needing facts or data for substantiation. The moment they become quiet inside, they will recognize or hear an inner voice or guidance, which will tell them what to do. They can easily tune into other people and feel precisely what is going on. Blues are the most emotional of all the color personalities. They often feel lost if they don't have the opportunity to clear their way through their intense jungle of deep feelings. Helpful activities for Blues would include talking with friends about their inner life, writing a journal or just being quiet so their intense emotions can calm down.
Pink Snow
My Garden Angel and Eris our youngest cat.
Pink snow on the Patio
The "snow" yet to fallEach spring we have pink snow. Sometimes I forget and in high winds I do think it’s snowing, but what it is is blossom, blowing like confetti in the breeze. You see our next door neighbours have a pink cherry blossom tree in their garden, but the main branches are over our patio. Our kitchen window faces the garden and as you walk by pink snow falls and lies on our patio. It looks beautiful but when I hang the washing out, I have to remember to shake it first before putting it in the washing basket, otherwise you find pink blossom in all sorts of places in your clothes.
Saturday, 4 April 2009
Going without a Coat
Today is a special day, for this morning I went out without my coat. You may think nothing of that, but for me, my coat literally and figuratively kept people from seeing me and kept my fears away, but today was a beautiful sunny day and today I went without my coat. Yes some people looked at me, but I didn't care and it didn't frighten me today.
xx
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