Bring on the Golden Years!

It’s been ages since I visited the Blogosphere and now I’m here I’m not entirely sure what to say. I’ve made a couple of false starts but one thing or another seems to get in the way, and weeks go by without me typing a single word.

One of my biggest blocks is that I always like to be positive, glossing over bouts of chronic pain and the resulting ‘brain fog’. In fact I’ve been in denial that I do suffer from an inflammatory condition that affects my creative output, preferring to celebrate minor accomplishments ~ like being able to chop up an onion or pull a handful of weeds from the garden (seriously!) ~ rather than whinge about my latest flare~up. It’s not consistent ~ on good days it’s easy to believe I’m ‘getting better’ and to try and catch up on neglected tasks all at once. But I’ve discovered that pacing myself and taking frequent breaks ~ even if I’m feeling fine ~ is more effective in the long run than working to the point of collapse.

I’ve been learning to accept my limitations for a couple of years but there’s been one major change recently. Martin had to retire in March, on health grounds of his own ~ so we’ve both been adjusting to that.

It’s weird not having to follow a timetable ~ Martin’s work schedule used to affect how I organised my days. I’d do as much housework as I could manage, prepare the evening meal and walk Indie round the block while he was visiting clients, so that he could relax when he came home. Now we share the household tasks then take the dog for a stroll before choosing how to spend the rest of the day ~ artwork… gardening… riding out on the Harley?

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We both know how lucky we are and rather than bemoaning the disadvantages of growing old we’re celebrating what Martin likes to call our ‘Golden Years’, (although, considering the colour of our hair, ‘Silver’ might be a more accurate description!) And while our income has shrunk to a couple of small pensions, we’re ‘time rich’ and have more energy to devote to our home, the garden and creative pursuits.

At first we had to keep reminding each other that this isn’t just a holiday; that we don’t have to cram everything into a fortnight, that we have all the time in the world to do as we please. And we plan to take full advantage of that, for however long as it lasts!

Now that we’re settling into the new (lack of) routine I’m getting to grips with those tasks that I kept sidelining for ‘later’. Like learning to use new technology, organising my digital photo library and tidying up my email accounts.

I’d also like to publish more frequent posts on Wordpress, now that I’ve definitely decided that I’m not going to retire from that too! I apologise for my lack of engagement lately but I’m already looking forward to visiting my favourite blogs, tapping back into the on~line community and enjoying the friendship and support of other writers, like I have in the past.

I’ll let you know how that works out!






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Lynda Field

I intended to post this message last week ~ but for some reason the latest app update for WordPress would’nt work.  😦 

But I didnt stress about it ~ I figured it was ‘time to take a break’, so the Wonderpup and I went out for our daily constitutional instead. 🙂  


This morning I read Sue Dreamworker’s post about how some things aren’t meant to be and surrendering to the flow of the Universe. Her words fit perfectly with the ‘Nurturing’ theme, so I’m revisiting last week’s draft (yes, I remembered to save it!) to see whether ‘the perfect moment is here’ for me to quote Lynda Field’s inspiring and relaxing advice. 

Nurturing Thursday is hosted by Becca Givens, author of the inspiring blog ‘On Dragonfly Wings with Buttercup Tea.’ To read more about it, or to find out how you can join in, press this link. 

Other ‘Nurturing’ contributors are: 

Crowing Crone Joss 

Inside the Mind of Isadora 

Laurie’s Notes 

Pocket Perspectives 


Tea and Paper 

Meg Evans 

Bowl of Cherries 



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As regular readers may have noticed, I’ve been absent from the blogosphere for a while.

I’ve been suffering from a mystery malaise ~ not ‘flu exactly, although it exhibited some of the symptoms. Extreme body temperatures left me weak and wobbly. I’ve hardly left the house and have spent most of the last fortnight in bed. Thank Heaven for the onesie ~ I’ve now got three. When I was so cold that I couldn’t imagine what warm felt like, I wore one inside another. And yes, I pulled both hoods over my head. It was comforting and before long I was ‘snug as a bug in a rug,’ as my mother used to say.

Indie dog instantly understood that I wasn’t on top form, making do with short walks, when The Artist returned from his Age UK assignments. The rest of the day she spent snuggled by my side, smiling sympathetically and treating me to the odd lick. She’s not really allowed on our bed but we made an exception, for my benefit:


When I wasn’t dozing or meditating, I managed to read a couple of novels ~ ‘Until I Met You’, by Lisa Jewel in paperback and Patricia Sands’ ‘The Promise of Provence’ on Kindle. (In my mind there is no debate about whether one format is superior to the other ~ they are equally valid. Whilst I agree that it is nice to hold an actual book in my hands, physically turning the pages, I also find backlit text invaluable, especially when energy saving dim bulbs render the printed word into a grey~on~grey blur.)

Although I’m generally an out~doorsy person, I was wise to stay inside, protected from the elements. Weather conditions across the UK are extreme at the moment. 70 mph gusts of wind, stormy skies and unusually high tides have often prevented ferries from sailing, thus randomly isolating us from the mainland. Ah, well. That’s the price we pay for the privilege of living on The Island, I guess.

But it’s not relentlessly grim, not here anyway ~ although other parts of the country have been devastated by floods and are threatened with more.
Every now and then, sharp winter sunshine pierces clouds heavy with rain ~ and the contrast is literally awe~some. And, although the buffeting wind is chilly, there are intervals of clear blue skies too ~ a portent of a long hot summer, according to long~range forecasts. We’ll see.

Feeling a little better and clad from head to bike~booted toe in thermal layers, I ventured out this morning, accompanied by my faithful companion. I noticed how bright everything looked: pavements, houses and evergreen hedges washed and blow~dried by elemental forces. And, as Indie and I sauntered along a well~worn foot path, I passed catkins swaying on hazel branches and heard birds tweeting merrily, as they gathered material for their nests. Signs that Spring is in the ~ somewhat turbulent ~ air. Unconcerned about global crises, the organic world just goes with the natural flow.

Sounds like a plan to me.

Nurturing Thursday is hosted by Becca Givens, author of the inspiring blog ‘On Dragonfly Wings with Buttercup Tea.’ To read more about it, or to find out how you can join in, press this link.

Other ‘Nurturing’ contributors are:

Crowing Crone Joss

Inside the Mind of Isadora

Laurie’s Notes

Pocket Perspectives

And…..finally….to read my earlier ‘Nurturing Thursday’ posts (all 14 of them!) please visit Wightrabbit’s Blog