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Grief is Borne when Loss is Born

As you know, I rarely re-blog, but this picture is so powerful and lovely, I had to share it.

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Photo taken by contributor MB, a 52-year-old writer and photographer living in recovery from depression in southwest London.

About this photo: “I took this in September in a cemetery near where I live.  I think it’s rather unusual in that it depicts loss and grief, but also beauty and love.  I had to time the shoot rather precisely because I wanted the sun to be setting just above one of the angel’s shoulders, but I also needed to be out of the cemetery before it closed.  I feel that photography has given me a new lease of life, with fewer feelings of helplessness and hopelessness – in fact this photo won an award in a borough-wide photography competition with the theme of conflict and remembrance.”

Find more from MB at her blog.

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The gift that gives back: The Broken Light Strength Bracelet!

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Two Anniversaries!

50th-wedding-anniversaryToday marks my 200th consecutive day of blogging AND my 24th anniversary at work. It’s a gala day!

My blog makes me so happy. It is my daily joy to share with you the things that make me go oooh (and also awww, and ewww). Happy anniversary to us all!

I’m also fortunate enough to work with some outstanding people, so today, I celebrate the whole lot of you!

 


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Becky says things about … being a rubbish woman

I do not reblog often, so you know this is something special.

I couldn’t have loved this post more. I suspect Becky and I are very similar. While it’s true that I’m a glad hand with a makeup brush and my hair goes all mermaidy on its own just to be agreeable, I am also a tragic klutz and in denial about the last 100 pounds I acquired (in weight, not wealth). I, too, fall, blunder, break, spill, and set afire. It’s just when I do those things, I leave a pretty smear of makeup behind like a calling card. I’m like fat Barbie after an hour of spinning around in the back yard.

Anyway, enjoy the perfectly funny and self deprecating Becky who, it turns out, says things.

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Firstly, I’m going to neatly gloss over the fact I haven’t blogged in nearly two months by using Stickman’s yoga skills as a distraction.

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Thanks, Sticky. You’re a pal.

Sublime listeners, I am rubbish at being a woman. There are so many things that society expects of women that are simply beyond my capabilities as a human being with boobs.

I cannot style my hair. I think I have the wrong type of hair. I think my hair is broken. I am forever gazing enviously at women with whimsical corkscrew curls, with sleek businesslike ‘up-dos’, with fringes that sit happily at their allocated angle, with pins and clips and grips that create veritable fountains of  coiffured abandon – whilst I sit under the humdrum melancholy of a frizzy ponytail.

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I have tried, Listener. I have followed YouTube videos to the letter, I have bought contraptions and equipment more reminiscent of open heart surgery…

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