Be like a train; go in the rain,

go in the sun, go in the storm,

go in the dark tunnels!

Be like a train;

concentrate on your road

and go with no hesitation!
~Mehmet Murat ildan

Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life.

It turns what we have into enough...

.........and more.

It turns denial into acceptance,
chaos to order, confusion to clarity.

It can turn a meal into a feast,

a house into a home,

a stranger into a friend.

~Melody Beattie

Don't be satisfied with stories,

how things have gone with others.

***Unfold your own myth.***

I hope you will go out and let stories,

that is life, happen to you, and that

you will work with these stories . . .

water them with your blood &

tears & your laughter till they bloom,

till you yourself burst into bloom.

~Clarissa Pinkola Estes

Saturday, 11 August 2018

I Still Choose You

A beautiful start to a
 life-long love letter.
~ Sara Bareilles

It's been exactly ten years since Stuart and I sold our little cottage in eastern Washington, had the most deluxe yard sale ever, loaded up a 40 ft. container and sent it across the ocean, gave away 2 cats and one dog (with many tears), and kissed the kids and family goodbye. We moved lock, stock, and barrel to Stuart's home town of Oxford. It was the hardest thing I've ever done, but I can do hard things and so did it anyway.

Our little cottage in eastern Washington . . .
it broke my heart to say goodbye to the
porch swing, my cats, the rose arbour
and so much more . . . but I did it anyway.

The summer of 2008 was the start of a new life and Holywell Bed & Breakfast, but it was exactly 20 years ago today that Stuart and I first met in the arrivals hall of Terminal 3 at Heathrow airport. He was my handsome tour guide and within minutes of meeting we were smitten. Even though it took a lot of courage to start a long distance relationship, and I was bringing with me a broken heart and he nearly 20 years of bachelorhood, we knew we were meant to be together and we persevered.  And now, in spite of the fact that in our 20 years together we've spent the equivalent of 5 years apart, and have run two small businesses together for the last ten years (without killing each other), we're still smitten, still writing our love letter.

We that are true lovers, 
run into strange capers.

Twenty years ago was the
beginning of my British life.

And 20 years later . . .
 Stuart still says to-mahto 
and I say to-mayto.

He's Cornwall and
I'm Devon.

I'm the plains of South Dakota. 

And Stuart is of the Dreaming Spires.

Bats are for baseball . . .

. . . but for Stuart they're for cricket.

This is where I played baseball . . .

. . . and Stuart played cricket here.

Stuart's family went on holiday. . .

. . . we went on vacation.

The post office delivered our mail.

While the Royal Mail
delivered Stuart's post.

Stuart revised for a test in a
private boys' school . . .

. . . I studied for a test
in public school.

And I'd rather do this . . .

. . . while Stuart does this.


We both laugh just as much
 the 20th time as the first time 
we watched this . . .

. . . and this.

We never get tired of doing 
this together . . .
. . . or this . . .

. . . or this . . .
. . . and mostly this.

We're very proud of what
we've created together here . . .

 . . . and here.

It's taken a lot of love & courage,
 but best of all & 20 years
later, we're still headed to 
happily ever after.

Have enough courage to trust
one more time and always one
more time.  
~ Maya Angelou