Lonely roads
I went up to Yorkshire last week with the intention of doing a cross country run/walk. I only made it a third of the way before my feet
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I went up to Yorkshire last week with the intention of doing a cross country run/walk. I only made it a third of the way before my feet
Read More...I’m going on a really long solo hike this weekend and I’m really nervous. Every event I have done in the past has been well supported
Read More...The time has passed like a crimson ribbon
Running through the air in waves,
Ups and downs of blood and tears and laughs
And at the end of all these twisting roads
We find ourselves with scissors in our hands,
Standing, ready – to cut and hack the cord.
Our adult child is done with us, they drift
Out into a world we hope they know,
We’ve helped them understand.
My son turns eighteen on Sunday, and I know that it’s not true, but it feels like as of Sunday I won’t be a mum anymore. I know that you’re always a mum once you have conceived, whether they are born or not and whether they make it to adulthood or not. That all seems to be beside the point.
However, there is the definite ending of one chapter and the beginning of another at this point. Even though he is taking a year out and not going to university until next September, it still feels like a part of him is going somewhere.
I guess I have to go through a little midlife crisis now as every mother has to go a bit nuts when the little ones fly the nest. I think I need to shave my head, pierce my nose and then go backpacking around Thailand.
That should sort it.
Much Love
Rachel xx
The serious side of this post is that it’s important to break things down otherwise they can sometimes seem insurmountable. If you stand on
Read More...Standing on the morning porch
Waiting for the rays to break
The dawn time bright horizon line,
Eyes closed and arms outstretched,
An earthly angel here to sing.
I have heard that getting up and watching the sunrise while outside is a really healthy way to start the day as it is good for your circadian rhythm.
Now, I’m no scientist so I’m only going on what I’ve read and what I’ve experienced in my own life. As a distance runner I can honestly say that running through the night is so hard. But as the sun starts to break you suddenly get an extra burst of energy that you don’t normally get every day.
The only problem is that I’m a bit of a night owl so getting up at 5am is going to be a bit of a mission.
Much Love
Rachel xx
I make no secret of the fact that I’m a huge Britney fan. She came out when I was fourteen and so she was the person I latched onto and
Read More...I’m extremely sound sensitive. I think that everyone is sensitive to something, as my son is extremely funny with the taste and texture of
Read More...Shush, please,
I said shush,
Can you be quiet, please?
I said SILENT READING!
He shouted just a bit ironically.
His voice must hurt
His pride is dented by
Kids that treat him just like dirt.
There is a cover teacher that is often in the room next to me and I feel so sorry for him. Cover teachers have a notoriously difficult time because the kids don’t see them as a ‘proper’ teacher and so they just get treated like dirt.
This guy that is in the next room to me seems to have the sole job of ensuring the students do silent reading and the noise level suggests that everything but silent reading is happening on the other side of that wall.
Bless him. And to all those children who are making his life a misery, I hope that one or two of you become teachers and realise just how demonic you seem to us!
Much Love
Rachel xx
I’m watching the Sarah Beeny vs cancer documentary on TV and it has kind of pushed on a pressure point I didn’t realise existed.
Read More...Every so often it’s really easy to just let everything overwhelm you and in those moments it can be really helpful to have a bit of a reality check
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