Kindness

Friends sent me a lovely get well card and flowers. Thanks to them, they really lifted my spirits. Very shaky selfies!

I was just wishing someone would visit when there was a knock at the door, it was a friend from choir who was dropping off a card, flowers and a pot full of daffodils for outside the house.

I can’t tell you how overwhelmed I felt. I’ve gradually been feeling better, not recovered but 3/4 of the way there. The house is a tip and I’ve barely been out of the house for 4 weeks. I burst into tears while trying to say thank you. It’s so nice to realise people really care.

Love and hugs to you if you are ill or feeling down at the moment. X

Photographs, Esther Chiltons weekly prompt.

I wrote this about her prompt.

My precious photos are of and with my hubby. Sometimes I sit and cry, sometimes I laugh at silly memories. Photographs captured that moment when we walked across a stream. When we returned hours later the tide had come in and the stream was a deep salt water channel. I lost my bike pump into the water and when I got it out to use again it had gone rusty. Photos can be like that. They can fade. And memory fades too, so photos make it easier not to forget.

Crying

A local author and friend, called Fred Hughes, wrote an article on Facebook and in our local paper talking about how, as he has grown older, he has found himself crying more. One example he gives is when the Leopard Hotel in Burslem, Stoke-on-Trent, burnt down two years ago. He lives nearby and found himself bought to rears because of all his memories of what had happened in that place, meeting people, enjoying good company and hospitality. He said that apparently hormonal changes can affect men because they are bought up to be stoic and strong. It must be a real shock to the system to allow grief and sadness out.

I think crying is good for you. Women do seem to be able to cry more often? I have wailed and cried and felt deep grief recently, not least because of the Leopard fire. The last two years have affected me a lot with various events. I’m not a stoic person although I try, when you have worked with people you have to try and stay professional. But without crying I would have exploded!

Catharsis

I’ve spent the day watching old Christmas films and mostly crying. I can’t remember watching so many in one go. It started with ‘White Christmas’, then ‘the Sound of Music’ and finally the Richard Attenborough version of ‘Miracle on 34th Street’.

I realised that the films were very heartwarming, and they made me think of all sorts of memories from my past. I tried to think of the word that described how I was feeling and could only think Cathartic. It’s definition is:

providing psychological relief through the open expression of strong emotions; causing catharsis.

“crying is a cathartic release”

That’s what I was feeling.

Tears

I just came back from choir practice.

We were singing quite a sad song and suddenly things got a bit too much and I found tears in my eyes and rolling down my cheeks. I know I was tired, and my arm was hurting, but I’ve never really done that before. But I stood my ground I could have gone out of the room but I wanted to carry on singing, so I kept my head down, tried to dry my eyes, and kept going.

I’m glad people let me get on with it, I know I would have got even more upset if someone had come over to speak to me and really blubbed! Emotions, it’s bad how they can creep up on you.

Crying dragon

Tell me dragon

Why do you cry?

Why aren’t you flying

Up very high?

I can’t he said

With a tear in his eye

I walk on the ground

Not up in the sky!

But why is that?

Then with a great sigh

He told me sadly

I no longer fly

My wings disappeared

I just want to die!

So I bought an old glider

Made of two by one ply

Glued on the wings

Now the dragon can Fly!

Don’t cry…

Don’t cry for those that are gone. They cannot feel your tears. Wherever they are they can’t hear you. Remember them but don’t cry. Cry for the living, cry for those that have lost loved ones, talk to them about their loss. Don’t stay quiet and hope it will be OK. They need your words of solace.

And don’t forget the poor, the ill and the starving. The ones that are always forgotten. Take care of them, support them. Help them where you can. One day you will be gone too, but others will still be here. Then hope they get help too from others. So life supports life. And share love.