Precious Gifts

I got a letter in last week from the NHS, the National Health Service. I’ll have to make an appointment with the nurse to have another screening done. Ever since I had surgery in March this year, I slightly dread these regular letters but I was fine in August so I’m sure I’ll be fine in January. I should be positive, not worry too much and instead appreciate those precious gifts in life. Gifts that come in all sorts of shapes and colours and most of the time when you least expect it.

I’ve been given a most intriguing gift this year from a special person, it’s like unwrapping layers of shiny, glittery paper, to find another one underneath and I feel like a little girl eager to get to the soul of the present enjoying each moment of unwrapping. I received another one in the shape of an email from a reader a few weeks ago when I wrote a somewhat personal post, a gift that left such an impression on me, I have been speechless for some time thinking about her touching words. She is one beautiful colourful inspiring person.

Then there are: ex-colleagues who became friends over the years, new friends and friends that have been in my life for some time giving me their unconditional gifts in the shape of trust, love, patience and comfort. And let’s not forget the wonderful blog readers and writers out there who leave their gifts on each post that I write. Sharing their thoughts with me, saying hi or reading quietly in the background. Offering me help, comforting words and showing me their amazing support when I need it most.

I believe I have crossed paths with these people for a reason and my life has enriched in many ways by getting to know them each in their own shimmering rainbow coloured way… This morning when I woke up the city was covered with a soft fluffy blanket of fog. And I just stood there for a while enjoying the mesmerising view and let my mind drift away. I counted my blessings. Yes, life can be good and it doesn’t have to be xmas to find gifts: for those who wish to see there is a gift each day of the year…

Happy birthday dad…

© Zesty Gal, A stroll, Lowlands 1998

© Zesty Gal, A stroll, Lowlands 1998

© Zesty Gal, A stroll, Lowlands 1998

Counting…

It’s the first of December… and almost the end of a year.

I tried to understand my demons instead of fighting them since April this year. I’m still not sure if I do, perhaps if I allow my heart to speak, but I don’t if I let my head speak. I was told recently to act and create and ignore instead of fight so I guess that will be the next thing to focus on this month. A month to say goodbye and let go of things that are no longer important. And look forward to a new year where I can try to find a new home, my home…

And if I’m lucky I might find my friends back that I still miss at times or perhaps I’ll find new ones, I’m sure there must be some sucker squirrel out there who will find a way into my garden or maybe one of the foxes… Everything is possible, after all it will be a new year, a new start, a clean slate. I’m counting…

© Zesty Gal, Old Friend

© Zesty Gal, Old Friend

© Zesty Gal, Sucker Squirrel

© Zesty Gal, My Fox