Life is good! Life is inspirational!

A Mother’s Love

One thing I have always been committed to is giving my children unconditional love. Loving them with all my heart absolutely without question through the good and bad times. I believe they each know that and I pray that they are uplifted by that because when that love is missing in a child’s life, or when love comes with conditions or is withheld or replaced with ostracism, or it’s benefaction is a consequence of a child fulfilling a parents request rather than being the bedrock of the relationship unconditionally, the fallout leaves an unfortunate legacy for a lifetime. For love is not a neatly packaged commodity that only comes out when everything goes well. True love weathers the storms and perseveres through thick and thin. It doesn’t barter. It doesn’t trick. It seeks truth and holds fast in sunshine and in rain.

The Orchards

You know when you get away and the creative juices flow? Well this weekend has been one of fresh air, beautiful scenery, opportunities to draw and an occasion to write about! Feeling very blessed.

https://www.facebook.com/the.orchards.ilam

The Hotel

I saw a sign at Sainsbury’s
Pointing to a new hotel
Abreast some stilts stuck in the ground
For somewhere safe to dwell

Where a million little windowpanes
In honey combed array
Said ‘welcome to our hotel
Please enjoy your stay.’

I thought I’ll do my shopping
Then book in there to rest
For a night of being spoilt
Would render me less stressed

So, with champagne in hand and chocolates
I headed to book in
Complete with my favourite book in tow
And can of rhubarb gin

But when I saw the front of house
I had a change of mind
For he was garbed in bright yellow
With black stripes around him lined!

And with a sting in tail, he said
“Buzz off! Get Lost! Farewell!
For you cannot stay here human!
This is a bee hotel”

Opinions 😉

If we assimilate opinion
From sources of similarity
Then opinions will be influenced
By the views these sources see.
But if we broaden our horizons
Or acknowledge our own dearth,
Then new perspectives on our opinions
Will subsequently be unearthed
And as such these new opinions
Whether they shift or stay the same,
May then recognise the bias
That exists in what we claim.
For a forged opinion may come out of
What we know or think we know.
But these notions in all fairness
May be flawed or need to grow!
And thus whilst knowledge, by definition,
Maybe true, it may be wise
To recognise that opinion’s truth values
Come in more than just one size.

Thrive!

I saw a meme comparing development to popcorn and thought that resonates so it got ‘poemed’ (is that even a word? 🤣)

My practice has always put the person first working outside expectation and curriculum with person-centred care and support. In other words your agenda – your pace whatever age! I just wish that was the way right from early on.

Just Sit And Be …

Just sit and be

A Fable

A Fable
Four little starlings
Sat all in a row
Up high upon the aerial
Thinking where to go

Three tweeted all together
Hatching a plan of where to fly
Yet one would not play ball
And flew off alone into the sky

He flew towards the sun
Intent that he knew best
Proud that he was his own bird
Independent of the rest

He ignored the other three
Who tweeted ‘come back here’
But Derek (we’ll call him that)
Thought ‘I’ve got this, don’t you fear’

Soaring on the wind,
He puffed himself with glee
“I’m so much better than those others
So much greater than those three!”

His ego was astonishing
His arrogance complete
Yet sadly he would not listen
Why the other three did tweet

For the sun, as he perceived it
Was not the sun at all
But a ball of fluffy ginger cat
Who became Derek’s downfall!

And in an instant with a huge pounce
Up high into the blue
Poor Derek met his comeuppance
And became this cats new chew!

So the moral of this story
Is listen to the team
For their perspective maybe the ticket
That helps you reach your dream!

Bindweed 🐝

The battle of the bindweed
A creepy damned affair
As under fence and through crevice
The stuff is everywhere
A wrapping round the plant stems
A stranglehold that thwarts
Growth and health and thriving
As it chokes and kills in short!

And though troublesome in plenty
There’s one good thing it does
For its blooms produce a pollen
For moth larvae and bees that buzz
And so for gardener the bindweed battle
May be a constant fight
Yet a battle won on one front
May be a war lost in hindsight!

Memories of Yesterday

We spent today under the bright blue skies on Blackheath in London celebrating my boy’s birthday. So many memories too though of happy days from my own youth

Happy Easter

The Easter bunny’s in a pickle
Does not know what to do
Cos the rules say to stay local
To keep a social distance too
And the tooth fairy’s a-nagging
As usual if we’re fair
Cos she says eggs will rot the teeth
Of kiddies everywhere
But the biggest issue for him
Where’s he’s really hit a wall
Is that after lockdown munchies
He’s now as wide as he is tall
Which means he’s stuck within his burrow
Unable to make deliveries
So instead he has contracted
Out his eggs to companies
So this year watch your doorstep
For that’s where you will find
The eggs from the Easter bunny
If you’ve been good and have been kind.