We each hold memories of all shapes & sizes, some pretty, others grim & grey. They blend together to form what we carry, it’s invisible most of the time. Our treasure chest.

The routine of the morning cuppa. The environment we find ourselves in, dare to put ourselves in.

Noise can be heard and felt, even when all appears silent. In the quietest of times, when calm is performing well, the background noise could be overwhelmingly present. It doesn’t need to be distracting, that’s the loud message.

Set to go, to let go & live. Time doesn’t wait, there will never be enough.

We can do birthday cake differently ? An alternative could be this ? Fresh, colourful, healthy & less heavy.

Our energy comes from hidden sources, it needs protecting.

We want to hold on, tightly. However hard we try , sometimes we simply must let go. That’s how it feels, seems.

Recently, I was given the time to revisit a dark day, period, chapter … where the corner opened up to a path leading to goodbyes & death. Receiving the invite to be a guest on a podcast, filled my joy catcher.