Good morning Bloggets. Here in England, it’s easy to start
to get depressed low fed up, whatever however you feel right now at the
prospect of the dark nights coming early in our day, or shivering at the bus
stop on the way to work, having to defrost our cars and not be able to get the vitamin
D we require from the sun! But a thought for today.
Why not take this time to plan your new Spring and summer,
by planting some bulbs? My green fingers belong on someone else’s hands, I have
no gardening skills at all and I’m fortunate to have a gardener that comes
every now and again and my Hub and I try to do what we can in between. So, at
the weekend, my gardener came and planted up some bulbs I had to get from the
local shop as the ones I sent for from Amazon didn’t turn up. So, Bluebells,
Daffodils, snowdrops and crocuses were in small plastic bags. Looking like
cherry stones and some tiny shallots/small onions! Far from pretty, even
further from fragrant. An yet hopefully, in a few months, what we will
see/smell/feel, will be beautiful delicate blooms. Almost a miracle. People
will look at my pots where they have been planted and I hope smile, it will
make them feel good, I will smell the beautiful bluebells and from this I will
know we are in for some sunshine, warm days and feel good. So, when we plant
our bulbs, imagine what they will be like soon. How we will feel again,
darkness shall be given a light and our senses will awaken for the new days
ahead.
Next time you are feeling low, remember, you can be lifted.
Someone somewhere will be there to lift you up from the devastated mind you have
found yourself in. If right now you are saying, no, there is no one, well there
is, me, and I know that you may have never met me, but I write for you. I receive
emails from people who kindly say that the first thing they do is read my blogs
in the mornings before work or even getting out of bed and my first thought is,
oh, heck, smile, but then I am pleased that you can feel I will be here at the
other side of cyber world. But I’m real. I’m not a robot. I’m a normal, well,
normalish, person who talks to you as much as time will give me. You can
subscribe to my blogs and this way you will receive more blogs than possibly
you do now, as I don’t always share on other social media all of my blogs. Or,
you can visit my facebook page where I publish my blogs.
Don’t get me wrong depression is my twin who I have found
myself attached to since I was, I would guess, eleven. I have been so low to
the ground, but like the bulbs I have bloomed again each year something
wonderful happens and I reflect on my past when I was feeling so bad and thank
our maker or whoever, for showing me something a sign that makes me grateful
even for a short time.
I’m like a rowing boat, I’m floating down the river of time.
Sometimes there are rocks that get in the way, other times I may get caught in
the rivers reeds. But somehow, I free myself and I survive the hyperthermia of
life!
I sit in my boat, listening to the birds, hearing the fish
jumping and ducks cleaning their feathers. I don’t see pretty picturesque countryside,
and I can and do get very sad about this, so badly I want to see beauty again,
my views are restricted blocked, and replaced by words like blooms, flowers,
trees colours like greens peaches and so on, and they are words, what I have to
try to do is think about when I hear a bird, how do I feel? When I smell a
flower, do I smile, do I feel calm when I hear long grasses blowing in a gentle
summer wind?
Depression hurts. It can kill, certainly destroy your insides
and mind effect family members, but this is when you have an important job to
do and that is to battle with your mind and make sure you are the winner. I always
say this, you never know what is around the corner, so make, and I mean, make
force yourself to do something today that will make you feel pleased, proud, pleasant
and perhaps hopeful. Tonight, when you lay your head upon your pillow, you will
reflect on your day and you will be able to say to yourself, I did that. No one
else but me. And, tomorrow, I shall do something else to make me feel the way I
do right now and how I felt, when I did what I did.
Something so small, can turn so very beautiful, just like
the bulbs!
© Fiona Cummings
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