There is a hush that drifts across the United Kingdom each December, a soft, knowing hush that feels older than the stones of its cathedrals, older than the kingdoms that once fractured its land, older even than the language we whisper our carols in. It slips through hedgerows and over rooftops like a benevolent ghost, … Continue reading A Timeless Christmas: Wandering Through Britain’s Midwinter Magic.
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“Winter Solstice Cultures That Shaped Modern Holidays”
There is a moment every December when the sun appears to sigh, sinking so early and so quietly that one might suspect it has simply grown weary of illuminating humanity’s antics. The winter solstice has always been this pause, this deep breath taken by the heavens. Darkness stretches itself luxuriously across the land, and the … Continue reading “Winter Solstice Cultures That Shaped Modern Holidays”
Bizarre Old Superstitions About Christmas Eve – A Midnight Realm of Whispering Spirits, Talking Creatures, and Shoes That Knew Your Destiny.
There is something exquisitely peculiar about Christmas Eve in the old folklore of Europe, something that glimmers like frost under moonlight and hums like a half-forgotten lullaby carried across centuries. Long before electric bulbs crowned our houses with cheerful constellations, long before the rustling of wrapping paper filled parlors and kitchens, our ancestors believed this … Continue reading Bizarre Old Superstitions About Christmas Eve – A Midnight Realm of Whispering Spirits, Talking Creatures, and Shoes That Knew Your Destiny.
Strange Medieval Christmas Customs You’ve Probably Never Heard Of – A Journey Into the Frostbitten Magic, Mischief, and Holy Chaos of an Older Yuletide.
There is a peculiar charm in looking back toward the Middle Ages, that twilight realm poised delicately between myth and memory, where faith and folly, solemnity and spectacle, reverence and irreverence mingled together like spices stirred into a simmering winter cauldron. The medieval Christmas season was not a tidy sequence of events but an enchanted … Continue reading Strange Medieval Christmas Customs You’ve Probably Never Heard Of – A Journey Into the Frostbitten Magic, Mischief, and Holy Chaos of an Older Yuletide.
“Princess Pants and Mr Toe Beans Christmas Tale.”
In the hush of winter’s morning, when the air was crisp and bright,Athena stretched with elegance, her eyes mismatched in light.Beside her sat Obito, all fluff and joyful cheer,His goofy grin announcing, “Christmas time is here!”Athena trotted gracefully, a Princess on patrol,While Obito bounded clumsily, a walking, talking soul.She leapt across the furniture like a … Continue reading “Princess Pants and Mr Toe Beans Christmas Tale.”
The Winter-Born Wonder: A History of Saint Nicholas, Sinterklaas, and Father Christmas.
Long before Christmas lights glimmered in frosted windows, long before children pressed their ears to the darkness for the bright shiver of bells, there lived a quiet boy beneath the blazing gold of the Lycian sun, a boy who would one day become the patron saint of winter’s impossible magic. His name was Nicholas. Before … Continue reading The Winter-Born Wonder: A History of Saint Nicholas, Sinterklaas, and Father Christmas.
“The Great SantaPaws Debate: A Christmas Tail.”
Athena the Elegant had many opinions for a two-year-old husky.She had opinions about dinner time, which she believed always arrived several years too late. She had opinions about bath time, which she considered a direct violation of her basic civil rights. She had opinions about the vacuum, which she was convinced was a wheeled demon … Continue reading “The Great SantaPaws Debate: A Christmas Tail.”
Odd Victorian Christmas Traditions We Don’t Do Anymore. – A Tale of Firelit Parlours, Ghostly Whispers, and Raisins Ablaze.
There is something delightfully peculiar about the Victorian Christmas, an enchantment woven from equal parts propriety and pandemonium. We often picture the era as a snow globe of gentility, wrapped in lace and candlelight, all polite smiles, sentimental cards, and holly-decked parlours smelling faintly of nutmeg. Yet beneath those velvet trimmings, and under the well-behaved … Continue reading Odd Victorian Christmas Traditions We Don’t Do Anymore. – A Tale of Firelit Parlours, Ghostly Whispers, and Raisins Ablaze.
Please let there be a heaven.
Please let there be a heaven,Somewhere soft beyond the sky,Where the ones I’ve lost are waitingAnd the tears I hide can finally dry.Please let there be a doorwayWhere the hurt can fall away,Where the memories don’t trembleAnd the grief has nothing left to say.Because my heart still reaches for themIn the quiet of the night,And … Continue reading Please let there be a heaven.
SantaPaws & Her Elf.
On a twinkling Christmas eveningWhere the snowflakes softly fall,A husky named AthenaTook command of Santa’s call.With her opal blue eye sparklingAnd her chestnut eye aglow,She donned a red velvet jacketTrimmed with fluffy winter snow.A jingle bell upon her collar,A hat upon her ears,SantaPaws Athena was readyTo spread joy far and near.Behind her came her helper,A … Continue reading SantaPaws & Her Elf.
With memories made in love’s design.
December steps on frosted ground, Her quiet presence all around. She wears a cloak of silver light, And crowns the world in winter white. Her breath is crisp, her song is clear, A whispered end to closing year. The days grow short, the nights stretch long, But in her cold, there blooms a song. The … Continue reading With memories made in love’s design.
Winter in my bones.
Winter doesn’t just happen outside my window. It happens inside me. It creeps in quietly, curling itself around my fingers, sinking deep into my bones, and reminding me with every breath that my body doesn’t work the way it used to.When the first chill arrives, most people pull on a jumper and carry on. For me, … Continue reading Winter in my bones.
Your embers in our souls will burn.
October bows with winds that sigh, Beneath the chill of silver sky. Her leaves, now scattered far and wide, Are whispered dreams where colors hide. The golden glow of harvest wanes, And silence hums through empty plains. Her pumpkins rest in fields grown bare, A memory held in cooler air. The moon, so bright on … Continue reading Your embers in our souls will burn.
As summer sleeps and autumn warms.
October knocks with winds that sing, A herald of the harvest’s king. She comes adorned in russet hue, With skies of grey and sharper blue. Her breath is cool, her laughter bright, She paints the world with autumn light. The trees, they blush, a crimson flame, As if they’ve heard October’s name. The pumpkins rest … Continue reading As summer sleeps and autumn warms.
The bridge between the bright and gray.
September bows with quiet grace, A golden glow upon her face. She lingers in the autumn air, Then whispers soft, *"Take time, take care."* The leaves begin their slow descent, A drifting dance of sweet lament. Her days, once touched by summer’s light, Now yield to dusk and earlier night. The apples fall, the fields … Continue reading The bridge between the bright and gray.
“Tail Wags and Tuxedos: The Wedding Crashers of Fluffageddon”
It was a bright, beautiful Saturday afternoon. The birds were singing. The flowers were blooming. Somewhere, someone was dramatically overpaying for a three-tier cake covered in edible glitter and questionable fondant roses.And Athena had already chewed through the leash.It all started with a simple, innocent plan: the humans were going to a wedding in the … Continue reading “Tail Wags and Tuxedos: The Wedding Crashers of Fluffageddon”
“The Great Road Map Mix-Up: The Fluff-Fueled Festival Frenzy.”
It all started, as most misadventures do, with a wildly overconfident family and a delusional sense of direction. The sun was shining, the humans were optimistic, and their beloved but borderline-sentient camper van, Phillippe, coughed to life like a 90-year-old smoker with asthma and ambition. He was old. He was questionable. He smelled permanently of … Continue reading “The Great Road Map Mix-Up: The Fluff-Fueled Festival Frenzy.”
“The Uncaged Words.”
They tell us to be still.They say our words are dangerous,too sharp for daylight,too heavy for fragile ears.They pray that silencewill fold itself around uslike a shroud.But silence is not peace.It is a weight on the chest,a stone in the throat,a slow drowningin a sea of unsaid truths.And so, even when the air is thick … Continue reading “The Uncaged Words.”
A promise wrapped in morning dew.
September knocks with quiet feet, A gentle breeze, both cool and sweet. She wears a cloak of muted gold, A whispering tale of new and old. The sun still warms, yet softer now, A gentler kiss upon the brow. The leaves, they blush in shy delight, A patchwork quilt of red and white. The air … Continue reading A promise wrapped in morning dew.
As summer drifts toward twilight sleep.
August fades on whispers low, Her golden breath begins to slow. The sunsets linger, soft and deep, As summer drifts toward twilight sleep. The fields, once bright with sunlit cheer, Now rustle whispers, *Autumn’s near.* Her crickets’ song begins to wane, A softer hum, a gentler refrain. The days grow shorter, shadows long, A fading … Continue reading As summer drifts toward twilight sleep.
Dear Mother.
France, December 1916My Dearest Mother,I scarcely know how to begin, for the sights I witness here are not fit for the eyes of those at home. Yet I must write, if only to let you know that I am still alive in this place of endless ruin.The trenches are nothing but rivers of filth and … Continue reading Dear Mother.
For Freedom, For King, For Country.
Beneath the sky so wide, so free,beats Britain’s heart, her destiny.I speak with pride, I walk my way,because of those who won the day.Our forebears, steadfast, brave, and true,through storm and fire, they battled through.For King, for country, side by side,they faced the dark, they turned the tide.They gave their youth, their hope, their breath,they … Continue reading For Freedom, For King, For Country.
Whispers of Youth, Promises of Tomorrow
In the quiet of twilight, where the shadows play, Two hearts beat in rhythm, in a tender ballet. Beneath the old oak tree, where their secrets unfold, Teenage sweethearts gathered, in a world made of gold. With laughter like music that dances on air, They shared dreams and promises, unspoken but rare. Fingers interlaced, in … Continue reading Whispers of Youth, Promises of Tomorrow
August’s Embrace.
August strolls in with golden grace, Sun-kissed warmth upon her face. Fields aglow in amber light, Long, soft evenings turn to night. She hums a song of ripened days, Of twilight walks and purple haze. The crickets chirp, the cicadas sing, Her air is thick with summer’s ring. The sun sits lower, yet still it … Continue reading August’s Embrace.
Farewell Fiery July.
Farewell, bold July, with your sun-sculpted days, Your skies lit with fire in twilight’s soft haze. The golden hours lingered, so steady and bright, And whispered of summers that fade into night. The echoes of laughter still drift on the breeze, Where wildflowers nodded and danced with the trees. Your rivers ran languid, like moments … Continue reading Farewell Fiery July.
Can You Hear Me From Heaven?
Can you hear me from heaven, where the stars softly sleep,Where the light never fades and the angels all weep?Do my whispers still reach you on the wings of the wind,Every echo of longing, each prayer I begin?I speak to the night when the silence is deep,When the world has gone quiet and I can’t … Continue reading Can You Hear Me From Heaven?
“More Than Sugar: A Life Measured by Numbers, Not Defined by a Diagnosis”
When people hear the word “diabetes,” most imagine sugar, needles, and maybe a relative who had to watch what they ate. But living with insulin-dependent type 2 diabetes is something much deeper than dietary restrictions or injections, it's a daily, private balancing act. It's science and intuition, discipline and forgiveness, vigilance and fatigue. It is … Continue reading “More Than Sugar: A Life Measured by Numbers, Not Defined by a Diagnosis”
Welcome Bold July.
Oh, welcome, July, with your firelit skies, Your days draped in sunshine, your nights full of sighs. You stride in with splendor, so vibrant, so bright, A king crowned in crimson, gold, and soft light. The air hums with warmth, with cicada-song’s tune, And fields shimmer softly beneath a full moon. The rivers move slowly, … Continue reading Welcome Bold July.
Farewell Sweet June.
Farewell, lovely June, with your skies soft and clear, Your sunlit embraces we’ve cherished so dear. The days, golden-glazed, now begin to retreat, As time’s gentle footsteps grow steady and sweet. The roses have whispered their last summer song, While fields hum a tune where the warm winds belong. The twilight that lingered, so tender, … Continue reading Farewell Sweet June.
“Echoes Beneath the Stone”
I walk the path where shadows weep,Through hallowed earth, my ancestors sleep.Their silent graves, the stones so cold,Whisper stories of lives untold.The air is thick with memories,A haunting hum of distant pleas.I feel their breath, their hearts, their pain,A timeless echo in the rain.The names, so faint, etched in stone,A century of lives unknown.Each step … Continue reading “Echoes Beneath the Stone”
The Bootmaker’s Hands
In a workshop dim, with candle’s glow,Where time moved steady, soft and slow,A bootmaker sat, his hands worn thin,Stitching soles with thread and skin.His hammer rang on weathered wood,Molding leather, firm and good.The scent of polish, wax, and hide,Hung like whispers at his side.With careful hands, he shaped the last,A craft unchanged by ages past.Each … Continue reading The Bootmaker’s Hands
“Whispers in the Shadows”
In the quiet shadows where silence weeps,Lives a tale of a heart that silently keeps,Beneath the smile, a stormy sea,Where pain dances, yet no eyes can see.Invisible threads weave through the days,Aching whispers in the soul's quiet maze,Every step, a battle fought unseen,In the wilderness where pain reigns supreme.With every breath, a fragile refrain,Of strength … Continue reading “Whispers in the Shadows”
The Taxi Man of Yesteryear.
Through cobbled streets and misty dawn, The taxi man rolls bravely on. A sturdy wheel, a steady hand, Guiding through a bustling land. His cab, a beast of iron and steel, Upon the road, its tires squeal. A whistle blows, a fare awaits, The city hums, the hour's late. Ladies wrapped in fur so fine, … Continue reading The Taxi Man of Yesteryear.
Welcome Bright June.
Oh, welcome, dear June, with your sunlit embrace, Your days full of splendor, your light's gentle grace. The gardens now flourish, their blooms in full cheer, As summer awakens, her voice drawing near. The skies stretch above us, so endless, so blue, With clouds soft as whispers and sunlight in view. The fields wear their … Continue reading Welcome Bright June.
Farewell Gentle May.
Farewell, gentle May, with your blossoms so bright, Your days bathed in gold and your soft, fleeting light. The petals you scattered now drift to the ground, A memory whispered, a soft, fleeting sound. The lilacs have faded, their fragrance grows thin, As summer steps softly, her warmth rushing in. The breeze that once carried … Continue reading Farewell Gentle May.
“Silent Stand”
I walk alone on this quiet street,Where silence lingers and shadows meet.I am the one they cannot see,A stranger in a world that’s never free.They pass me by, their laughter loud,While I stand apart, beneath the crowd.I try to speak, but words fall still,A voice unheard, against my will.In the echoes of a life I … Continue reading “Silent Stand”
“Dear Dad, On Your 75th Birthday”
It’s been twenty-eight long, aching years Since I last saw your face through tears, Yet today, on what should be your day, My heart still finds so much to say.You’d be seventy-five, can you believe? It’s hard to picture, harder to grieve. A life that time won’t let me know, A future we lost so … Continue reading “Dear Dad, On Your 75th Birthday”
Welcome May.
Oh, welcome, dear May, with your soft, tender light, Your blossoms awake after long winter's night. The meadows are painted in green and in gold, As spring whispers secrets the flowers retold. The trees stretch their arms, dressed in garments of green, Their branches like lace, a most delicate scene. The sun hums a tune, … Continue reading Welcome May.
Goodbye April
Goodbye, sweet April, soft and mild, The month that smiled like springtime's child. Your rains have kissed the earth awake, And coaxed the bloom from bud to break. The lilacs lingered, fragrant, shy, Beneath your ever-changing sky. The clouds that wept, the sun that stayed, Wove fleeting light through mist and shade. You whispered songs … Continue reading Goodbye April
The Great Easter Egg Hunt.
It was a bright, cheerful Easter morning, and the air in the meadow was crisp with the scent of fresh flowers and damp earth. The sun gleamed through the trees, casting playful shadows across the green expanse. Birds chirped merrily in the distance, while a soft breeze rustled through the grass, whispering secrets of hidden … Continue reading The Great Easter Egg Hunt.
28 Years Without You.
At just nineteen, the world was vast and wide, With dreams and hopes I could not bide, Yet on that fateful day, the sky turned gray, When you slipped away, and shadows held sway. Two decades and eight years, oh how time flies, Yet in the depths of my heart, your absence lies, A weight … Continue reading 28 Years Without You.
Athena and Obito’s Ice Valley Adventure.
The snow sparkled like diamonds beneath the pale winter sun as Athena trotted gracefully to the sled team’s starting line. Her sleek black, grey, and white fur glistened, and her bi-colored eyes, one nearly white, like an opal catching the light, the other a rich, warm chestnut, surveyed her team. She was every inch the … Continue reading Athena and Obito’s Ice Valley Adventure.
To my Love
In every sunrise, and in each setting sun,I see the reflection of two becoming one.Through valleys and peaks, through trials we've braved,Our love, like a lighthouse, steadfast and saved. In the depths of our souls, a connection so deep,A love that awakens even in the midst of sleep.It's a flame that burns bright, never to … Continue reading To my Love
Athena’s Midnight Patrol.
The moon hung high in the sky, casting a soft glow over the garden. The trees whispered in the cool night breeze, their leaves shimmering like silver in the dim light. Athena, the sleek, graceful one-year-old husky, sat poised on the back porch, her fur a silvery mix of grey white and black. She was … Continue reading Athena’s Midnight Patrol.
The Great Puddle Adventure.
The storm had come out of nowhere. Dark clouds rolled across the sky like great ships, and rain fell in torrents, drumming against the windows of the cozy house where two furry siblings lay sprawled on the living room floor. The sound of rain made Athena, the elegant one-year-old husky, sigh softly. Her black, grey, … Continue reading The Great Puddle Adventure.
The Dirt Mountain King and Queen.
On the outskirts of a small snow-kissed town, where houses wore winter coats of frost, lived two very special dogs, Athena and Obito. Athena was an elegant husky with fur as soft as a snowflake and eyes that told two different stories. One was a nearly white, icy blue, and the other a warm, chestnut … Continue reading The Dirt Mountain King and Queen.
April 1st.
The first of April slips in light, A jester cloaked in morning’s white. It dances soft on springtime’s stage, A turning leaf, a playful page. The world awakes to tricks and jest, A day for fools, a day to test The bounds of laughter, sly and sweet, Where truth and mischief softly meet. The robin … Continue reading April 1st.
The End of March
At winter's edge, where shadows flee, The end of March stirs restlessly. A quiet hush of seasons blurred, As spring awakes but not assured. The crocus lifts its purple head, Through icy ground where frost still treads. The skies, a patchwork—gray and blue, Where winds forget their course, and strew. The rains arrive in whispered … Continue reading The End of March
Athena and Obito: The Quest for the Great Bone Down Under.
In a cozy little house nestled on the edge of a sprawling garden, lived two extraordinary canine siblings. Athena, the one-year-old husky, was the undisputed queen of the household. With her striking black, grey, and white fur, she moved with an elegant grace, her head held high like a true Princess. Her bi-eyes, one a … Continue reading Athena and Obito: The Quest for the Great Bone Down Under.
The Case of the Mysterious Muddy Paw Prints.
Spring had arrived with a vengeance. The sun shone brightly after days of relentless rain, but the backyard was now a chaotic, swampy mess. Puddles shimmered like tiny lakes, mud patches lurked like quicksand, and blades of grass sagged under their muddy burden.Athena, the epitome of husky grace and dignity, stood at the edge of … Continue reading The Case of the Mysterious Muddy Paw Prints.
Athena and Obito: A Tale of Friendship and Family.
In a quiet, sun-dappled village nestled between rolling hills and whispering woods, lived a one-year-old husky named Athena and her eight-month-old malamute brother, Obito. They weren’t just any pair of pups; they were as different as night and day but as close as two pawprints in the sand.Athena, often called Princess or Miss Pants, was … Continue reading Athena and Obito: A Tale of Friendship and Family.
Spring Picnic Gone Wrong.
It was a beautiful spring day, the kind where the sunlight streams lazily through the branches of freshly bloomed trees and everything smells like flowers, warm grass, and promise. Athena, the elegant, intelligent, and decidedly dignified one-year-old husky, perched herself proudly in the backseat of the car, staring out the window like a queen being … Continue reading Spring Picnic Gone Wrong.
The Cherry Blossom Photo Disaster.
Spring had painted the world in shades of pastel pink, soft whites, and vibrant greens. The cherry blossom trees stood tall and proud, their delicate petals fluttering to the ground like nature’s confetti. It was the perfect day, with sunlight filtering through the branches and a gentle breeze that made the blossoms dance in the … Continue reading The Cherry Blossom Photo Disaster.
The Estate Agent.
In tailored suit and polished shoes, The agent walked with practiced cues. A leather ledger in their hand, A guide through plots of promised land. With gilded pen and measured phrase, They spun the dreams of better days. "A home to suit your growing kin, Or land for cattle, let’s begin." On cobbled streets, their … Continue reading The Estate Agent.
Whispers of the Lost.
In days of yore, when shadows fell,And hearts did mourn, where tales do tell,Of tender souls, like morning dew,Lost to time, in the silent blue.In fields where laughter once did bloom,Echoes linger, in empty rooms,Tiny footsteps, a fleeting grace,Now whispers soft in time's embrace.Oh, mothers weep, with tear-stained eyes,For babes who danced 'neath azure skies,Taken … Continue reading Whispers of the Lost.
The Victorian Publican.
The polished brass, the gleaming glass, The hearth that warms as nights will pass. The publican stands firm and tall, The master of his tavern’s hall. In cobbled streets of London’s sprawl, Or village inns where ivy crawls, The weary folk and workers meet, To rest their bones and find retreat. With barrels stacked and … Continue reading The Victorian Publican.
A Welcome to March.
Come, March, with your tender, waking breeze, Whisper softly through the trembling trees. The frost has fled, its grip undone, And skies stretch wide to greet the sun. The earth begins to stir and sigh, As winter loosens from the sky. Snowdrops bloom where shadows slept, And rivers sing where ice once crept. The winds … Continue reading A Welcome to March.
“Eternal Vigil”
In the hush of night when shadows weave, A gentle spirit sighs, reluctant to leave, With whispers soft as a lover’s breath, I linger here, beyond the veil of death. Through the moonlit window, my gaze does fall, On the ones I cherished, the ones I call, Their laughter echoes in the quiet air, Yet … Continue reading “Eternal Vigil”
In the Shadow of the Workhouse.
Beneath the iron gates of fate, Where hope unravels, thin and frayed, We gather meek, our shoulders bent, To pay the price our lives have lent. The air is thick with whispered cries, Of children lost, of mothers' sighs, Grey walls rise tall, like silent graves, Where dreams are buried, none are saved. We wake … Continue reading In the Shadow of the Workhouse.
The Mud Beneath His Boots.
He marched through dawn on weary feet, A rifle gripped, the cold his seat. The earth, torn open, black and bare, Breathed smoke and death into the air. The trenches deep, both home and cage, A narrow pit of fear and rage. Where rats grew fat and hope grew thin, The war was fought, but … Continue reading The Mud Beneath His Boots.
Under the Knife
In sterile halls where whispers tread, A journey starts, a path ahead, With heartbeats quick and shadows cast, A moment waits, the die is cast. The gown of white, a second skin, With trembling hands, I breathe within, Anxious thoughts like fireflies dance, In twilight’s grip, I take my chance. The surgeon’s hands, both firm … Continue reading Under the Knife
The Hands That Built the World
With calloused hands and weary bone,The labourer toiled, unseen, unknown.Beneath the sun, through rain and sleet,Each day began on aching feet.The pick, the shovel, forge, and spade,Were tools by which their lives were made.Brick by brick, or fields they’d reap,For pennies earned, their dreams ran deep.The mines, dark mouths, where shadows stayed,Drew men below, where … Continue reading The Hands That Built the World
Athena and Obito’s Birthday Surprise for Mum.
On the 16th day of February, a soft blanket of snow covered the world outside, dusting the trees and rooftops in a shimmering white that glittered in the winter sunlight. The air was crisp and cold, but inside, warmth and excitement filled the home. Today was a special day, not just any day, but the … Continue reading Athena and Obito’s Birthday Surprise for Mum.
Chasing Cupid: A Valentine’s Day Adventure.
It was a crisp Valentine’s morning, and the air carried the fresh scent of pine and snow. Athena, the elegant, black, grey, and white husky with her piercing mismatched eyes, one as blue as a winter sky, the other as warm as chestnut bark, stood on the porch. She surveyed the garden like a queen … Continue reading Chasing Cupid: A Valentine’s Day Adventure.
Endless Grey
The days crawl by in shades of slate,Cold winds that bite, dull skies that wait.The sun? A myth, long lost, long gone,Each morning bleak, each evening drawn.The rain taps out a hollow tune,Against the glass, against my mood.The trees stand bare, the fields are drowned,The world is quiet, lost, unsound.No warmth, no light, just time … Continue reading Endless Grey
Paws, Patience, and Puzzle Pieces.
In the middle of a sunlit living room, where golden beams filtered through the curtains and sprawled across a thick, cozy rug, two magnificent furry siblings sat face to face. Athena, the elegant one-year-old husky, sat upright with the regal poise of a queen. Her black, grey, and white fur shimmered as though brushed by … Continue reading Paws, Patience, and Puzzle Pieces.
Obito’s Big, Brave Moment
The forest was alive with its usual symphony: the rustle of leaves, the chirps of birds, and the faint whisper of the wind weaving through tall pines. The sun filtered down in golden streams, dappling the earthy ground where two figures trotted side by side, graceful and proud, yet comically mismatched in their steps.Athena, the … Continue reading Obito’s Big, Brave Moment
The Toe Bean Mystery.
It was a crisp, golden morning in the heart of early autumn. The sunlight filtered through the swaying trees, painting dappled patterns across the grassy back garden where Athena, the elegant husky, and Obito, the clumsy malamute pup, spent most of their days. Athena, with her sleek fur of black, grey, and white, was a … Continue reading The Toe Bean Mystery.
“February’s Gentle Light”
February wakes with a hush so sweet,Soft snowflakes melting beneath our feet.The days stretch longer, the sky turns bright,A promise glows in morning light.Winter still lingers, crisp and true,Yet hints of spring come into view.A robin sings, the air is clear,A whispered sign that warmth is near.Love takes root in hearts so wide,With kindness walking … Continue reading “February’s Gentle Light”
“Whispers of Winter”
In the hush of winter's grasp, Where daylight wanes and shadows clasp, A heavy blanket, gray and deep, Wraps the world in a silence steep. Frosted breath hangs in the air, Whispers of a sun laid bare, The trees, like sentinels, stand still, Their branches bare, devoid of thrill. The snowflakes fall like whispered sighs, … Continue reading “Whispers of Winter”
Athena and Obito: The Great Bank Robbery Chase.
It started as any other morning in the peaceful suburban neighborhood. The sun was shining, birds were singing, and Athena, the elegant, intelligent husky with her bi-eyes, one sapphire blue and the other warm chestnut, was poised on the porch like royalty surveying her kingdom. She sat with her paws crossed delicately, her black, grey, … Continue reading Athena and Obito: The Great Bank Robbery Chase.
“The Puddle Drowning Dilemma”
As the clouds roll in heavy and the rain starts to fall, I step out my door, but I’m fearing it all. Those puddles look harmless, just tiny and round, But deep down inside, I’m afraid I’ll be drowned! With each little splash, my imagination takes flight, What if I slip and am lost out … Continue reading “The Puddle Drowning Dilemma”
Obito’s Quest for the Magical Fridge.
In the quiet suburban kitchen of a cozy house, the sun was just beginning to stretch its golden rays through the window. The air smelled faintly of breakfast, sizzling bacon, scrambled eggs, and the remnants of buttered toast. To most, the kitchen was just a room. To Obito, the six-month-old malamute with oversized paws, fluffy … Continue reading Obito’s Quest for the Magical Fridge.
Where the Heart Lies.
The forest stretched on endlessly, its towering trees swaying gently in the wind. The sunlight filtered through the thick canopy, turning the ground into a patchwork of gold and shadow. Every corner seemed alive with whispers of life, the gentle rustle of leaves and distant calls of creatures hidden in the depths. Athena and Obito … Continue reading Where the Heart Lies.
The Great Firefly Chase.
On a warm summer night, when the air buzzed with the soft hum of crickets and the sky stretched out like an endless navy blanket, a magical glow began to flicker in Athena and Obito's back garden. Tiny lights, like stars fallen from the heavens, danced between the trees and floated lazily over the grass. … Continue reading The Great Firefly Chase.
The Backgarden Escape Artists.
In a cozy suburban home, nestled within a tidy garden brimming with squeaky toys, chew ropes, and the faint scent of treats buried weeks ago, there lived two mischievous souls: Athena, the one-year-old husky whose beauty was matched only by her brilliance, and Obito, her clumsy but affectionate six-month-old malamute brother with paws far too … Continue reading The Backgarden Escape Artists.
Sibling Rivalry Gone Wild.
The sun shone brightly over the backyard, casting long shadows as the wind carried the gentle sound of birdsong. It was a perfect day for two mischievous husky and malamute siblings to cause some trouble or, as their humans called it, "Athena and Obito Mayhem Hour." Today, however, was no ordinary day. Their humans had … Continue reading Sibling Rivalry Gone Wild.
The Music Halls of Yesteryear.
Beneath the gaslight's fickle glow, Where velvet curtains framed the stage, The music halls began their show, A raucous pulse of a gilded age. The air was thick with smoke and cheer, A crowd of toil-worn faces came, To laugh, to cry, to disappear, From hardship’s grind, from life’s dull chain. The comic sang his … Continue reading The Music Halls of Yesteryear.
The Secret Garden.
It was an ordinary morning, the kind where the sunlight spilled lazily across the backgarden, chasing away the cool whispers of dawn. Athena, the elegant one-year-old husky, lay stretched out on the deck, her, black, grey, and white fur gleaming like polished silver in the warm light. Her bi-eyes, one icy blue, the other a … Continue reading The Secret Garden.
The Spirit of Our Beloved Malamute Puppy, Obito.
As I sit here, watching the morning sky weep with pouring rain, each droplet tracing rivulets down the windowpane and pooling in the garden below, I find myself reflecting on the beautiful journey we’ve embarked upon with Obito, our five-month-old Malamute puppy. He’s a whirlwind of energy, joy, and love, a clumsy, adorable furball who … Continue reading The Spirit of Our Beloved Malamute Puppy, Obito.
Lessons of Grace and Growth: A Reflection on the Year Past.
As I sit here, the echoes of the past year linger in my heart. The turning of the calendar feels less like a clean slate and more like a continuation of the story, a chance to pause and make sense of the chapters already written.This past year has been one of the most challenging and … Continue reading Lessons of Grace and Growth: A Reflection on the Year Past.
The Unlikely Rescue.
It was a bright, crisp morning, the kind of day perfect for two playful pups to romp and tumble. Athena, the elegant and intelligent husky, pranced gracefully across the yard, her striking coat of black, grey, and white gleaming under the sun. Her bi-eyes, one the color of a clear blue sky and the other … Continue reading The Unlikely Rescue.
The First of January.
A dawn awakes with softest glow,A brand-new year begins to show.The air is crisp, the world is still,A quiet promise, time to fill.The wind sweeps through each blade and tree,A canvas blank with destiny.The sun ascends, a golden hue,Whispering dreams, both bold and true.Yesterday's weight, now swept away,Replaced with hope, this tender day.The clock has … Continue reading The First of January.
“Reflections and Resolutions: Embracing the New Year.”
As the final days of December slip away, I find myself in a familiar place of reflection and anticipation. Goodbye, 2024. You were quite the whirlwind, weren’t you? And hello, 2025. You stand before me like a blank canvas, full of promise and potential.This year has been one of growth and challenges. There were moments … Continue reading “Reflections and Resolutions: Embracing the New Year.”
The Time-Traveling New Year.
The snow fell gently in thick, cotton-like flakes, blanketing the mountain trail under the soft glow of the full moon. The world was hushed, silent except for the rhythmic crunch of pawsteps on fresh powder. Athena, the elegant husky, moved with grace and precision, her black, grey, and white coat gleaming like silver under the … Continue reading The Time-Traveling New Year.
The Case of the Missing Party Snacks.
It was the day before New Year’s Eve, and the cabin’s cozy living room was alive with festive warmth. Soft string lights draped over the windows cast a gentle glow, while the air was rich with the aroma of freshly baked cookies and savory snacks. The tables, already prepped for tomorrow’s celebration, were adorned with … Continue reading The Case of the Missing Party Snacks.
“Echoes of Celebration: A Victorian New Year’s Eve”
As the last vestiges of daylight slipped away on New Year’s Eve in the Victorian era, the air buzzed with anticipation. The streets, cloaked in a shroud of winter chill, were illuminated by the warm glow of gas lamps, casting flickering shadows that danced upon the cobblestones. For the Victorians, this night was more than … Continue reading “Echoes of Celebration: A Victorian New Year’s Eve”
The Treasure of Oak Island: Athena and Obito’s Grand Adventure.
Athena stands at the bow of the boat, her lean frame poised with perfect balance as the vessel glides through the calm, glassy water. The sun hangs low on the horizon, casting streaks of gold and orange across the surface. Her fur, black, grey, and white, shimmers in the light, and her bi-eyes, one eye … Continue reading The Treasure of Oak Island: Athena and Obito’s Grand Adventure.
A Christmas Eve Visitor.
The wind outside howled softly, sending gusts of snow swirling in delicate, silver patterns. Inside the house, the warmth of a crackling fire painted the room with a soft, golden glow, casting long, flickering shadows on the walls. A large Christmas tree stood proudly in the corner, adorned with twinkling lights and carefully hung ornaments … Continue reading A Christmas Eve Visitor.
Athena and Obito’s Christmas Nativity Journey.
On the night of the most wondrous Christmas Eve, a blanket of soft snow had spread across the rolling hills and quiet village, where twinkling lights and the sweet aroma of pine filled the air. The moon hung high in the heavens, casting a silvery glow over the earth, guiding those who journeyed toward a … Continue reading Athena and Obito’s Christmas Nativity Journey.
Athena, Obito, and the Radiance of Rudolph.
On the edge of a vast snowy wilderness, nestled by a cozy log cabin draped in glittering lights, lived Athena, the elegant one-year-old husky with her mismatched eyes, one a striking blue, the other a warm chestnut, and her clumsy, affectionate, five-month-old Malamute brother, Obito. Athena carried herself with poise and grace, her black, grey, … Continue reading Athena, Obito, and the Radiance of Rudolph.
The Pawsome Christmas Rescue.
Snow dusted the quaint little town of Pine Hollow like powdered sugar on a cookie, and the air smelled of pine, gingerbread, and the faintest whisper of chimney smoke. It was Christmas Eve, and the moonlit streets shimmered under strings of twinkling lights. Inside a cozy home at the edge of the forest, two very … Continue reading The Pawsome Christmas Rescue.
Athena And Obito: A Christmas Tail.
The snow fell silently across the quiet town of Pine Hollow, covering rooftops and fir trees in a soft, glimmering blanket of white. The little cottage at the edge of the forest was warm and cozy, its windows glowing with the light of a crackling fireplace. Inside, Athena, the elegant one-year-old husky with a coat … Continue reading Athena And Obito: A Christmas Tail.
December 18th: The Glow of the Fire.
On the eighteenth, as night descends, The warmth of fire never ends. The flames crackle, the embers glow, While outside winds and snowflakes blow. The stockings hang with quiet grace, Awaiting gifts, a warm embrace. The house smells sweet of pine and spice, Of cocoa rich, of sugar nice. We gather close and share our … Continue reading December 18th: The Glow of the Fire.
Athena And Obito’s Magical Polar Express Adventure.
The soft crunch of snow underfoot echoed in the crisp night air as Athena, the graceful, intelligent one-year-old husky, padded carefully along the glistening path. Her luxurious black, grey, and white fur shimmered under the light of a full moon. The icy breeze ruffled her coat, but her blue and chestnut bi-colored eyes glimmered with … Continue reading Athena And Obito’s Magical Polar Express Adventure.
December 17th: The Warmth of Giving.
The seventeenth, a day to share, A moment’s gift, a heart’s warm care. The season’s glow is in our hands, As kindness spreads across the lands. The trees are trimmed, the carols sung, The joy of Christmas has begun. Yet deeper still, the gift we give, Is love and warmth that helps us live. A … Continue reading December 17th: The Warmth of Giving.
The Snowglobe of Wishes.
Snowflakes swirled lazily outside the window, blanketing the world in a pristine white hush. Inside the cozy house, Athena, the elegant and intelligent husky, stretched out by the warm glow of the fireplace. Her mismatched eyes, one blue like a winter sky, the other chestnut brown, sparkled with curiosity as she watched her younger brother, … Continue reading The Snowglobe of Wishes.
December 16th: The First Snowfall.
On the sixteenth, snowflakes fall, A quiet hush, a sparkling call. The world turns white, a frosty sight, As winter paints the silent night. The ground is soft, the air is clear, The season’s magic drawing near. The trees now wear their coats of snow, A frosty wonder, soft and slow. The first of many … Continue reading December 16th: The First Snowfall.
December 11th: A December Morning.
The eleventh dawns with silver skies, A soft December sun will rise. The air is crisp, the ground is white, A blanket fresh from last night’s light. The trees wear gowns of snowy lace, Each branch adorned with winter’s grace. The world feels still, the moment true, As dreams of Christmas start anew. The windows … Continue reading December 11th: A December Morning.
December 10th, The Spirit of Giving
On December 10th, the world shines bright, As Christmas draws closer, with pure delight. The chill in the air, the glow in the night, Brings peace to our hearts, and joy to our sight. The trees are adorned with tinsel and cheer, Each ornament sparkling, the season so near. The laughter of children, the warmth … Continue reading December 10th, The Spirit of Giving
The Hardest Lesson.
I learned the hardest lesson when you slipped away, Like a whisper in the night, a shadow in the day. The world, once vivid, now turned cold and still, A silent echo, a void I can't fulfill. I thought I'd have more time, more chance to say, All the things that lingered, words left astray. … Continue reading The Hardest Lesson.
The Overture of December 7th
December 7th, the season’s heart, A time when the magic begins to start. The world is wrapped in a snowy veil, And Christmas whispers in every tale. The tree stands tall with lights aglow, A promise of warmth through the winter’s snow. Ornaments gleam, their colors bright, A symbol of joy in the soft starlight. … Continue reading The Overture of December 7th
Though Stolen By Their Reckless Night.
Twenty-eight years, a lifetime gone, Yet grief still wakes with every dawn. A father’s smile, a voice so dear, Now echoes faint, but always near.That fateful night, the world stood still, Two hearts chose chaos, a reckless thrill. Their joyride left a trail of pain, And stole the light we’d hoped to gain. The crash, … Continue reading Though Stolen By Their Reckless Night.
The 30th Of November: The Magic Awaits
On the 30th of November, we all know it’s near, The air turns crisp, with a holiday cheer. The last of the autumn, before winter’s embrace, And Christmas is stirring, ready to race. Magic’s unfolding, just out of our sight, A glimmer, a twinkle, a soft glow of light. Tomorrow’s the start of the countdown … Continue reading The 30th Of November: The Magic Awaits
Athena and Obito’s Frozen Lake Rescue.
The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a pinkish hue across the snowy landscape. Athena, the sharp-eyed bi-eyed husky pup, bounded through the freshly fallen snow, her sleek grey, black and white coat blending seamlessly with the icy backdrop. Behind her, Obito, the clumsy but lovable Malamute puppy, trailed behind, his oversized paws sinking … Continue reading Athena and Obito’s Frozen Lake Rescue.
Athena and Obito: The Adventure of the Snowy Forest
Athena, a graceful one-year-old husky, loved her life in the snowy mountains. She was swift, clever, and loved exploring the world around her. One frosty morning, as the sun sparkled on the snow, Athena heard a soft whimper coming from behind a cluster of pine trees near her cabin.Curious, she padded over to investigate.There, bundled … Continue reading Athena and Obito: The Adventure of the Snowy Forest
The Heart At Home.
Family is a circle, a bond so deep, A sheltering embrace when the world feels steep. It's the laughter that echoes through halls at night, The whispered goodnights that make everything right. It’s the scent of breakfast on a Sunday morn, The stories retold until they are worn, The faces that glow in candlelight's gleam, … Continue reading The Heart At Home.
“Guardians of the Kasbah: Athena and Obito’s Rescue Mission in Agadir”
On the sun-drenched coast of Agadir, Morocco, a quiet morning was unfolding, with the city’s white-washed buildings basking in the golden glow of the rising sun. The waves of the Atlantic crashed softly against the shore, carrying the salty scent of the sea into the bustling streets. The souks were just waking up, the aroma … Continue reading “Guardians of the Kasbah: Athena and Obito’s Rescue Mission in Agadir”
Just Like My Dad Loved My Mum.
In the quiet moments, when the world fades away, I think of the love that guided me each day. Like my dad loved my mum, so tender and true, I found that same magic, my heart belongs to you. With every shared laugh and the warmth of your smile, You light up my life, making … Continue reading Just Like My Dad Loved My Mum.
Double Trouble
In a cosy little house, where chaos reigns, Live two furry rascals with mischievous brains. Athena the Husky, with her eyes oh so bright, And Obito the Malamute, a fluffy delight. With tails a-wagging and mischief in mind, They plot their adventures, oh so well-timed. From morning till evening, they’re up to no good, Two … Continue reading Double Trouble
If You Had Been With Me
If you had been with me, dear Dad, On the day I wore that dress of ivory, You'd have smiled, so full of pride, And walked with me in the afternoon light. Your hand in mine, our hearts in sync, With every step, you'd lead the way, You’d whisper, "This is your moment, love," And … Continue reading If You Had Been With Me
“In the story of motherhood”
In the quiet of morning, when the world starts to wake, I think of the journey, the love we have made. Two grown-up miracles, my heart’s tender pride, Each moment a treasure, with you both by my side. From the first gentle coos to those wide-eyed smiles, I held you both close through the long, … Continue reading “In the story of motherhood”
“The Weight of Time”
In the quiet moments, shadows softly creep, Each tick of the clock, a promise we can’t keep. Once vibrant laughter fills the air, Now whispers of memories linger everywhere. We gather together, our hearts intertwined, In the tapestry of love, threads delicately aligned. Yet with each passing year, the colors start to fade, As cherished … Continue reading “The Weight of Time”
A Tapestry of Love and Light.
In the gentle morning's light they greet,With wagging tails and paws so fleet.Each day a journey, side by side,With loyal hearts, nowhere to hide.In fields of green or city streets,Their boundless joy, a love complete.Through seasons changing, year by year,Their presence brings such warmth and cheer.They teach us patience, grace, and trust,In their eyes, a … Continue reading A Tapestry of Love and Light.
Happy 1st Birthday Athena.
Happy 1st Birthday, Athena! 🎉🐾Today, as the sun rises on a crisp autumn morning, our hearts are filled with an overwhelming sense of gratitude and love. One year ago, a bundle of energy entered our lives and changed everything. Athena, our dear husky, is celebrating her first birthday, marking a year of boundless happiness, companionship, … Continue reading Happy 1st Birthday Athena.
Athena the Husky and Obito the Malamute: Adventure in London
Once upon a time, in a small helmet nestled between farmland, lived two adventurous dogs: Athena, a spirited husky with piercing bicoloured eyes, and Obito, a wise and gentle malamute with a coat as thick as a winter blanket. They were the best of friends, always seeking new adventures in the wilderness surrounding their home. … Continue reading Athena the Husky and Obito the Malamute: Adventure in London
“The Brave Rescue: Athena and Obito’s Journey to Save the Wolf Puppies”
Athena and Obito, two adventurous siblings, a husky and a malamute, lived in a remote village nestled in the heart of the wilderness. They were known far and wide for their bravery and loyalty, always ready to embark on daring adventures together.One day, a message arrived in the village, carried by a weary messenger who … Continue reading “The Brave Rescue: Athena and Obito’s Journey to Save the Wolf Puppies”
“Living in the Shadows: The Pain of an Invisible Illness and the Weight of Disbelief”
In a world where the evidence of suffering isn't always visible, where the scars are hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exists a silent battle that few truly understand. It's the realm of invisible illnesses, where pain and fatigue weave their insidious threads through every moment, yet go unnoticed by those around us.I know this … Continue reading “Living in the Shadows: The Pain of an Invisible Illness and the Weight of Disbelief”
“Athena and Obito: Partners in Paw-some Crime.”
Oh Obito, my fluffy new mate,Welcome to our home, it's gonna be great!I'm Athena, your husky sis,Let's chase our tails and make a mess.We'll dig up the garden and chew on some socks,But don't worry, it's all in good taste.Our humans will laugh at our antics, it’s true,But with you by my side, we'll have … Continue reading “Athena and Obito: Partners in Paw-some Crime.”
Athena’s Daily Chase.
Athena was no ordinary husky pup. With her fluffy silver-grey coat and eyes that sparkled like sapphires, she possessed a boundless energy that often got her into mischief. Her favorite pastime? Chasing the postman.Every morning, without fail, Athena would hear the distant rumble of the mail truck. Her ears would perk up, and her tail … Continue reading Athena’s Daily Chase.
Snowbound Adventure.
In the quiet solitude of a winter morning, soft flakes of snow drifted down from the sky, blanketing the world in a shimmering white coat. Athena, a playful husky puppy with bright eyes and a fluffy silver-grey coat, bounded eagerly into the freshly fallen snow. It was her first winter, and the world outside was … Continue reading Snowbound Adventure.
The Hidden Glen.
In the heart of a serene, snow-covered village, there lived a lively husky pup named Athena. Her eyes sparkled like ice under the sun, and her playful nature brought joy to her owner, Connor. Together, they shared an unbreakable bond, exploring the scenic landscapes that stretched beyond their quaint cabin.One bright morning, with the sun … Continue reading The Hidden Glen.
The Troubles
The Troubles, a period of conflict that gripped Northern Ireland from the late 1960s to 1998, stands as one of the most harrowing chapters in the history of the British Isles. This era of violence and political turmoil deeply affected the lives of countless individuals and left lasting scars on the communities involved. Understanding the … Continue reading The Troubles
An Gorta Mór.
In the annals of human suffering, few episodes evoke as much heartbreak and sorrow as the Great Irish Potato Famine, known in Irish as An Gorta Mór. This devastating period, spanning from 1845 to 1852, reshaped the social, cultural, and economic landscape of Ireland forever, leaving scars that still resonate today.The story of the famine … Continue reading An Gorta Mór.
Victorian Britain.
Victorian Britain, a period spanning from 1837 to 1901 under the reign of Queen Victoria, stands as a transformative epoch in the annals of British history. This era, marked by immense social, economic, and technological change, saw Britain evolve from a largely agrarian society into a dominant industrial power, altering the very fabric of its … Continue reading Victorian Britain.
The Allure Of Time Travel.
Time travel has long fascinated human imagination, sparking countless stories, theories, and dreams. The idea of moving through time, of experiencing different eras and altering events, touches on our deepest curiosities and desires. From ancient myths to modern science fiction, the concept of traveling through time has been a powerful narrative tool, exploring themes of … Continue reading The Allure Of Time Travel.
As we celebrate your mortal birth, I celebrate the joy you brought to Earth.
In realms of golden light, where dreams take flight,Your spirit dances, radiant and bright.On this sacred day, in whispers soft and low,I send my love, where angelic breezes blow.My dearest Dad, though you've soared above,Your essence lingers, wrapped in eternal love.In every glimmering star, in each gentle breeze,I feel your presence, calming, at ease.With every … Continue reading As we celebrate your mortal birth, I celebrate the joy you brought to Earth.
We Are Warriors
Living with autoimmune diseases is like navigating through a maze with no map and unpredictable twists and turns. It's a journey filled with highs and lows, victories and setbacks, but above all, it's a testament to resilience and strength.For those of us living with multiple autoimmune diseases, every day brings its own set of challenges. … Continue reading We Are Warriors
Get a husky, they said, it will be fun they said.
Get a husky, they said, it will be fun they said,But little did they know, mischief lay ahead.A naughty girl husky with mischief in her eyes,She'll keep you on your toes with her playful guise.She'll chew socks, the sofa to,Then give you a look that says, "Catch me if you can!"She'll dig up the lawn … Continue reading Get a husky, they said, it will be fun they said.
Athena’s her name, mischief her game.
In a world of dirt and garden glee,There's a husky pup, wild and free.Athena's her name, mischief her game,With a penchant for digging, she's earned her fame.With a nose for adventure, she'll start to roam,In the garden's earth, she makes her home.Digging deep holes, her paws in a flurry,Turning the yard into a canine quarry.With … Continue reading Athena’s her name, mischief her game.
Happy birthday, Dear Hayley, Twin Of Mine.
In whispers of the wind, a melody's sway,Two souls intertwined on this special day.Hayley Jo Jo, dear sister, as the sun softly gleams,In the tapestry of life, you're the brightest of beams.Twins we are, bound by a magical thread,In every laugh, tear, and word unsaid.Your presence, a symphony, fills every space,A cherished companion, in life's … Continue reading Happy birthday, Dear Hayley, Twin Of Mine.
Reflections On Turning 46.
As I sit here, penning down these words on the eve of my 46th birthday, I find myself enveloped in a cascade of emotions that I struggle to put into coherent sentences. You see, reaching this milestone age comes with its own set of reflections and challenges, but for me, it carries an additional weight, … Continue reading Reflections On Turning 46.
Dear My Valentine
To my dearest Mark, my love so true,On this day of hearts, I pen for you.With every beat, my heart does swell,For you, my darling, I'd gladly tell.In your arms, I've found my home,A sanctuary where I'm never alone.Your love, a melody sweet and pure,In your embrace, I feel secure.Through life's storms and gentle breeze,With … Continue reading Dear My Valentine
The Sandman’s on vacation
In the realm of night, where dreams should roam,Insomnia arrives, making itself at home.Tucked in my bed, I stare at the ceiling,The Sandman's on vacation, that's the feeling.Under the moon's soft glow, I lay wide awake,My bed becomes a battleground, a restless quake.Pillow fights and sheet wars, oh what a sight,Insomnia's playing tricks, keeping me … Continue reading The Sandman’s on vacation
We lay her down in slumber’s sheet – Doreen June Townsend Nee Willats, 21st May 1930 – 25th December 2023.
In solemn hush, we gather near,Beneath the sky so vast and clear,To bid farewell, with hearts so heavy,To a soul cherished, steady, and merry.She was a beacon, a guiding light,A source of warmth in darkest night,Her song echoed, her wisdom pure,A presence that forever will endure.With gentle hands and loving gaze,She filled our lives in … Continue reading We lay her down in slumber’s sheet – Doreen June Townsend Nee Willats, 21st May 1930 – 25th December 2023.
Our dear puppsie, forever home.
In a solemn journey, we bring you home,Your ashes, once vibrant, now still as stone.A vessel of memories, a symbol of love,A reminder of the bond we'll forever hold above.With tender hands, we cradle your remains,Feeling the weight of loss, the ache of pains.But in this act of bringing you near,We find solace in knowing … Continue reading Our dear puppsie, forever home.
In the grasp of winter’s icy hand
In the grasp of winter's icy hand,A tale unfolds, both harsh and grand.A soul, with Raynaud's fierce embrace,Navigates a world, a frigid space.Fingers tinged in hues of blue,A dance of frostbite, a chilling view.Raynaud's, a relentless foe,Yet within this struggle, strength does grow.In the quiet of the coldest night,A warrior battles with all their might.Vessels … Continue reading In the grasp of winter’s icy hand
Rest In Peace, Doreen June Townsend Nee Willats 1930 – 2023
In the gentle folds of time's embrace,A cherished soul now finds its resting place.Gone from our sight, yet forever in our hearts,Our Mother, our Nan, a beacon, from which love won't depart.Her song danced like petals in the breeze,Kindness flowed, a river through the trees.In every moment, her warmth did reside,A gentle spirit, a constant, … Continue reading Rest In Peace, Doreen June Townsend Nee Willats 1930 – 2023
We Bid Adieu, To The Year That Tested us, Through And Through.
In shadows deep, we bid adieu,To a year that tested us, through and through.2023, with its trials and pain,Now fades away, like a passing rain. Through every struggle, we stood tall,We faced your challenges, big and small. Though wounds may ache, we start to heal,But now it's time to seek a new, And leave behind … Continue reading We Bid Adieu, To The Year That Tested us, Through And Through.
Twas the night before Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas, a comical sight,Elves wrapping gifts in a merry delight.Santa practiced yoga to fit down the flue,While Rudolph tried salsa, antlers askew.The snowmen were sculpting a snowball brigade,Competing to see who'd roll the best grade.The gingerbread men ran off with the cake,Leaving frosting footprints, a sugary wake.The tree in the corner, … Continue reading Twas the night before Christmas
Meet Athena. 🐾
In the cozy corners of our hearts, where love finds its purest abode, a new chapter unfolds, a furry, lively addition named Athena, our enchanting Husky puppy. With every playful bound and mischievous glance, she has imprinting her paw prints on the fabric of our hearts.Welcoming Athena into our home felt like unlocking a treasure … Continue reading Meet Athena. 🐾
Run Free.
In the vast expanse where memories roam. Your spirit dances, finding its home.Amidst the ache of a love profound,Your absence echoes, an echoing sound.Oh, how our hearts in pieces lies,Amidst the tears, amidst the cries.The devastation of a bond so true,Lost in the void of saying adieu.Run free, dear friend, beyond this pain,Where skies are … Continue reading Run Free.
Dear Zypher.
My Darling Zypher. You were the heartbeat of my days, the warmth in my soul, and the unwavering light that brightened every moment. My heart swells with an abundance of love and gratitude for having you by my side. From the very first time our eyes met, a bond was forged that transcends words. Your … Continue reading Dear Zypher.
Their Footsteps Echo.
In the attic's quiet, dusty air,Lies a chest of tales, a lineage fair.Bound in yellowed parchment, memories entwined,A chronicle of kin, an ancestry defined. Each heirloom holds a whispered trace,Of ancestors' valor, their enduring grace.In fading photographs, faces stare,A legacy preserved, beyond compare. From humble beginnings to triumph's cheer,Their footsteps echo, crystal clear.Through epochs danced, … Continue reading Their Footsteps Echo.
In fields of poppies, crimson and bold, A tale of valor and sacrifice, untold.
In fields of poppies, crimson and bold,A tale of valor and sacrifice, untold.Remembrance Day, a solemn grace,A day to honour, in a hallowed space. Silent whispers echo in the breeze,Of heroes standing 'neath tall trees.In Flanders' fields, where poppies sway,A tribute to those who paved the way. They marched through trenches, cold and deep,Where tears … Continue reading In fields of poppies, crimson and bold, A tale of valor and sacrifice, untold.
A love that’s boundless, steadfast and sure.
A love that's boundless, steadfast and sure. Our Mum, a beacon, unwavering light, Guiding us through both day and night. Her strength, a fortress, resilient and strong, In her embrace, we always belong. Through trials and triumphs, she stands tall, A pillar of love, through it all. With tender care and a heart so kind, … Continue reading A love that’s boundless, steadfast and sure.
To My One And Only Love
Bound by a love, no words have ever expressed.You are my soulmate, my heart's truest song,Together, we've danced, and grown ever strong. In every sunrise, and in each setting sun,I see the reflection of two becoming one.Through valleys and peaks, through trials we've braved,Our love, like a lighthouse, steadfast and saved. In the depths of … Continue reading To My One And Only Love
Dancing Letters, The Gift Of Unique Perception.
In a world that often celebrates uniformity, there exists a beautiful mosaic of minds, each with its own distinct way of perceiving and interpreting the world. Among these unique perspectives lies dyslexia, a neurological variation that gifts individuals with a truly special lens through which they experience life. For those of us living with dyslexia, … Continue reading Dancing Letters, The Gift Of Unique Perception.
Embracing The Shadows, Navigating Anxiety, Depression, And Loneliness
It's been a while since I wrote anything personal and heartfelt, other than writing about my deeply respective ancestors lives. Today, I'm going to step outside my norm as I need to talk about something that has been a constant unwanted companion in my life: anxiety. It's a word that carries a weight, an invisible … Continue reading Embracing The Shadows, Navigating Anxiety, Depression, And Loneliness
Intwined 