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May 2017

Of joy & despair

Things happen, life happens. The last few weeks have been different. The week before last I attended the inauguration of my parents in law as Mayor & Mayoress of Bolton. We paid off our mortgage after several moves and 31 years of making payments. I was offered a new job. Liverpool FC winning their final game to ensure Champions League next season. Attending the leaving party of our popular practice nurse. Helping a good friend and also my sister, celebrate their birthdays. Listening to my daughter play Twinkle, twinkle on her violin for the first time.…

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It’s been a difficult couple of weeks and I didn’t know why? I could stare at my navel and come up with stuff but realistically it was just the rollercoaster of life. Sometimes we’re up and sometimes we’re down. For most, this is just minor fluctuations but for some of us, it’s quite a ride! One way to reduce the fluctuations is to use the mindful practice of keeping a gratitude log! Simply stated, one keeps a daily log of episodes of gratitude. Those of you that journal will already be doing this! It…

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Printing memories

Those that know me appreciate that I am an amateur photographer. Some of my photographs have been published here and my gallery is at 500px – click here for my site. Since we now all carry our phones we are all photographers and document our lives from the mundane to the dramatic. We have lots of ways to show these memories to the world – facebook, twitter, Instagram . . . They seem very ephemeral. I wonder what the current generation will be able to show of these historic times we live in (as I write…

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Going home again

Yesterday, I went back to my birth city. It had been several years as I had left home at 18 to attend University & had never wanted to go back. I’d had a difficult childhood. Cycling as a teenager was my escapism and I was always thinking of running away from home. I would pack my saddle bags & panniers and then be out all day. Finally coming home when late as I had nowhere to go, but it felt better whilst on the road plotting my escape. You have a lot of time…

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