Why Write?

My question is why should I write at all?  I write most days but I have fallen into the journaling and stream of consciousness writing.  But really I would like to share my stories and poetry with you.

Today we are inundated by so many messages - social media, blogs, podcasts, tweets, Instagram. Why add another voice… more importantly, why my voice?  The question stops me like a jammed zipper. Undone again I turn to my faithful journal rather than the computer with a list of questions.

Who will I write for? Who will read it? What will I write? Where will I start? Why write?

There is a live website that awaits me…a beautiful gift from my friend Sara and a Facebook page… originally set up by my soul sister Sammy.  These two friends believe in me and that I have something worthwhile to say and share.

So, I trust there are no more snags. The zip is free. I will write myself home.

Commitment to Wellbeing

Life has a way of handing us gifts. Sometimes we notice, but most times life is so busy we let opportunities go by.

Today I signed up to do a 21 day Meditation Re-treat. I’ve always known meditation is an excellent source of self-care, but for some unknown reason I just can’t commit myself to doing it. Events over the last few weeks have pushed me just a bit closer to really looking after myself.

I figure in 21 days I will have formed the habit! To keep me accountable I am going to write about it here.

If people are interested in the meditations, here's the link


and SUMMERCHILLOUT will give people access at half price

If anyone asked about the full time management program, the best link is www.mbtm.co 

“Curiouser and curiouser!” Cried Alice (she was so much surprised, that for the moment she quite forgot how to speak good English).

Recently I was asked what motivated me to get up each morning and I knew straight away my answer… curiosity!

‘Curiosity killed the cat’, said Nana with her slight Scottish brogue as she wagged her twisted arthritic finger at me. A memory I still cherish as I was one of those children who always asked why, how and when. As she was a no-nonsense Scot I would test her limits. I never understood her comment; I just knew I had to stop bugging her and go out and play.

This driving force of curiosity began with my parent’s influence and their example. The scattered world of show business meant new people, places and experiences were the norm in my family. I was privy to some unusual people and diverse events which required explanations and I always asked the question!  In fact my parents encouraged it and I lapped up new information like a kitten at a saucer of milk.

My best friend made an entire speech at my fiftieth birthday of all things I have tried over the years. I laughed along with the crowd, particularly recalling my ‘puff painting’ stage – I had forgotten when I would literally paint anything…but deep inside I still feel immense pleasure at just having a go.

I love learning stuff, trying different things.  Now in the Third Act of my life I have the wonderful gift of no judgment, from myself or others. The research is there proving that acquiring knowledge increases our brain cells and staves off Alzheimer’s.

I recently read this quote and copied it down.  "People who perceive themselves as lifelong learners often are 'superagers,' remaining vital and cognitively resilient through very old age.”

What motivates you to get up each morning?


Happy New Knee

Happy New Knee

I know what you are thinking, she’s too early…or…she made a spelling mistake. It is neither. My heading relates to the fact that I am celebrating two of my latest acquisitions, this beautiful website and a new titanium knee.

The website is a birthday gift from my friend Sara Schneider. I debated whether I needed a website when Sara made the generous offer of designing one as a portfolio of my work, a place to blog, to encourage me to write. Because that’s what writers need to do… write.

So today I launch this website and thank Sara for her skill, design and love. I provided content but the rest is all her work and I’m thrilled with it. A most original 60th birthday gift, one that is lives on with no use by date.  I now have a forum to write about things I’m passionate about, encourage other writers to write and hopefully entertain those who like to read.

It is the readers who have really encouraged me to begin to blog. I wondered what I would write about.  I enjoy writing about my travel adventures and certainly feedback has told me people like to read them. But is that enough?

 Then I turned sixty. Sixty is certainly a milestone and a birthday where reflection for me was foremost. A time when you look back to see what you have achieved and be grateful that you are still here to acknowledge it. Children are grown and independent, friendships old and new become precious. The arrival of grandchildren brings a joy that is hard to describe (even for a writer). Working life winds down and the thought of doing all those things in retirement that you have waited for… becomes reality. Bucket lists are made; there is a sense of the sands of time running just a little faster, as we all say to one another – where has this year gone?

So the passing of time meant the acceleration of acquiring a new knee.  My specialist said we could ‘limp along’ for another twelve months. We could ‘nurse’ it. I replied I didn’t have time for any of that…please give me a new knee for Christmas.

My last total knee replacement (when I turned fifty) had been somewhat a disaster. I was determined this next operation would be better than the last and so far it has been.  Of course, in the past ten years I have learnt some hard lessons and I know the importance of looking after myself, or rather allowing someone else to care for me. Rehabilitation was certainly a gift and each day I was thankful for the skill and care of the nurses, physios and doctors.

Now I’m home and just beginning to get into the Christmas spirit. Amongst the myriad of Christmas catalogues some Christmas cards are trickling in. How lovely it is to see handwriting, to know the card has been written specifically for us. I know the trend is to do away with Christmas cards, the cost, the time and the paper…blah, blah. But there is something special about opening cards at Christmas.

I love the ritual of writing my Christmas cards. I like to watch an old Christmas movie (the old ones are still the best) or have one of my Christmas CDs playing (I only play them in December). I like to use a nice pen and sign each card (with love). I think of the good times we’ve had with those friends in the past, whether during the past year or from years gone by. I look forward to receiving cards and I can only hope that friends and family feel happy to receive mine.

The internet and technology is wondrous and efficient, but typed words on a page will never give me the same feeling as seeing someone’s handwriting. So I will continue to ‘buck the trend’ and continue the tradition of sending a Christmas card.

I hope you have enjoyed my first blog post. I feel very excited to be sharing my writing with you.

Until 2016, I wish you peace and happiness.