#atinylife aspirational

AspirationA few weeks ago, I spent the day with my husband’s daughter from his first marriage. If you’re trying to work out the short way of writing this down, see my piece¬†here. Of course I jumped at the chance – she is, and has always been, an amazing young lady.

She wanted me to come to a University Open Day with her.

I can just about remember going to Open Days for myself: as I recall I made a friend and skipped off for a drink halfway through. Typical behaviour for someone like me, who took further education for granted.

But it’s not the same for everyone: and for some, an Open Day can clarify where you want to be, and how to get there.

Can’t wait to cheer her on in this next part of her journey.

Dream Big!

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#atinylife Friends

The best kind of friends:

pick up after a long time of not chatting as if no time has gone by

allow you to invite yourself for tea

get it

turn up

tell you when you are being a total idiot

continue to like you anyway

help you to choose an outfit/updo/set of accesories

Friends

talk to your kids as if they are people

take you for coffee

recommend books that they think you’d like

pass on the link to the great deal

support your work – especially your side hustle

forward opportunities in your field (if they are in a place to see them)

compliment you on the morning school run even though you look a mess

tell you it will be OK

do hugs (if/when you want them)

let you cry

let you be angry

stay late

laugh with you.

 

 

 

#atinylife route

Up the track, uneven stones wobbling under my wheels,

past the Maltings, chaff on the air, rumbles within,tinylife Route

hawthorn like popcorn made with the lid off,

open field to forest (keep an eye out for raptors),

downhill to the bench, gravel crunching,

birds flying out from one side to the other,

flat hedgerow to the tiny road, over the road, through the gate

one foot on the ground to steady me in the curved gap.

 

Cows on the right, cockerel crowing somewhere,

over the main road, listening hard for traffic,

braking at the combination of a turn and downhill

then flying, no pedaling until the bridge,

past the tree where we saw the white squirrel,

magpies riding on the mixers at the water treatment plant,

village on the left, field path on the right –

halfway there, halfway done, halfway home.

 

 

#atinylife poetry inspiration

Things I have written poems about,

an incomplete list:

My stretch marks

My grey hair

The incompatibility between birdwatching/cycling, and being a parent/creative

My nephew’s shoelaces

A bird I didn’t see

The village I live in

Batman’s Hot Pants

Art by Kirsty Whiten

A window

Mental health recovery

Food banks

My house

My partner

 

Domestic drudgery

Men sewing

Walking on a beach with Jesus

Washing up with Jesus

Being a jumped up little madam

Eavesdropping in a coffee shop and judging the people around me

An official council planning meeting

Michael Rosen (in the style of Michael Rosen)

Radio 4 (in the style of Hollie McNish)

Parenting (in the style of Helen Fielding)

Reading (in the style of Vicki Feaver)

Playing cards

tinylife Poem

Dragonflies

A tent

Metaphor, via the vehicle of paper aeroplanes

Gender

Cancer

Time

and

Kindness

 

What’s on your list?