Log cabin in eco

style though the insurance is extinct. The spoon whittling assumptions. Although my dream in sleep was of carpentry ... I wonder where that feat would take me ...

The continuing evolving decisions into activity of type ... 

I will go

where it will take me ... I misread and what not, just like hubby before me ... The confusion in the much. I can seek a respite in my own way. It is so lost on others, those who know from witnessing others maybe. The triage way down all the way along. The forgotten. 

Time out and in

...and all about ... under dust clouds or with the crowds enjoying the scents of summer in many counties and London boroughs old new and in a stew at times

June flowers in a park 

In the swamp and swim of the repercussions of fragility 

A trip to the cinema so absorbing and one where I was not out of place on my own 

a time acclimatising back after time in fresh air ...

recuperating  with a sister in time together with our separate woes in life 

the expansion of knowledge

at the same time in giving and trying new things 

the start of my journey afar and free to roam again ... the voluntary work I cannot talk about in gaining confidence once again. My three exams passed last year. This gives me strength to seek a vocation with more purpose. I am not entirely sure which direction. The burden of a home to function with minimal time, to face a world smartly dressed and more aerodynamic to give more energy elsewhere. The worry of the  FULL DAY not able to do just yet without heaps of rest. 

I have had tons of thoughts ON THIS, in this recent fresh air break with lots a walking ...

Time in month

on trend to reverse life bad ... the curt in speak as I seek a solution ... the lunch in thanks ... for those who step in where others would nor attempt unless some money at the end result ... 

nothing is for nothing ... 

I have in my career as well as life attempted to treat as I like to be treated ...this is highly amusing in this float in approach to social reform in welfare with appropriate behaviour which actually for my character in time lost ... not appropriate 

The clocking off alien to me and not in my portfolio ... so totally misunderstood ... time was not in my life while hubby dying ... 

Now a life where I put energies not to be wasted this last month and got on with it myself ... and although at times ... time is out of sync ... so watt the end result is the same ... 

Loss in moi, home, life and attitude ... it is started the end to a happy ... 

Twenty four hours since,

my shattered self in a wince.
I have come a long way hence,
finding time not making sense.
Whence,why, what for,
to get to life as once, that I had before.

A look beyond

... Where I live presently in getting the order in disorder ...

The thoughts turning to assist my sister 

I will not be getting my first ride in her new car yet 

but I will be washing it for her while her hand is out of action

I have not dealt with a vehicle since I can't remember 

A slow back to normality 

A change to get rested elsewhere; for the next slog of slashing the past for the future