Calais trio⤴

from @ lenabellina

Tonight is our last night here in Calais and I am reflecting on a day of so much. So much learning, so many connections and conversations. So much.

The Little Things.

The little things 

Are the big things. 

A look

A smile

A thank you

To you 

For making me see 

A world beyond my small circle 

Of experience

Where the little things 

Seem like the big things. 

Tender.

A moment in time

Where you sat

And so delicately 

Trimmed those tender parts 

Beside your nails

In the Dunkirk sunshine.

Ahead of who knows what. 

Keep Looking.

If you feel you don’t fit

Keep looking

If your journey’s not done

Keep booking. 

One day you will find

Folk who,

Of the same mind,

Fill your cup

Lift you up

Keep you cooking. 

Perfectly imperfect⤴

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Inspired by @drlucykelly and @sarahphilpcoach recent podcast… Some of my thoughts on my own experience of perfectionism.

Perfectionism ≠ High Standards

I used to think perfectionism was just about having high standards, and most definitely didn’t apply to me as in many aspects of life I’m quite ‘slap dash.’ But after a series of sessions of CBT, it was suggested that I was showing traits of perfectionism. After months of therapy with an amazing therapist, I’ve realised it’s more about the self-imposed rules and routines I feel I must meet.

These rigid expectations can be suffocating, leading to stress and burnout rather than excellence. Here’s what I’ve learned:

  1. Challenging the Rules: Not every standard I set is necessary. I’m learning to question which routines truly serve my goals. Often my own rules stem from no particular sensible reasoning but I like the familiarity and structure of the routine. I’m getting better at ‘noticing’ my thinking around this and realising when there might be little purpose served by a rule.
  2. Embracing Flexibility: Life is unpredictable. Allowing for flexibility in my plans helps reduce anxiety and opens up new opportunities but is something which I find VERY challenging. Being comfortable with being uncomfortable has been a huge learning curve for me. CBT helps me to practise ‘breaking the rules’ safely to see how I cope, and almost always, thinking about the rule being broken, is worse than breaking the rule. Gavin Oates concept of ‘plot twist’ was really useful for this.
  3. Prioritising Well-Being: Perfectionism often comes at the cost of my mental health. I’m working on prioritising self-care over meeting every self-imposed benchmark. I put pressure on myself to never let people down; if I’ve said I’ll do something I MUST do it; cancelling plans is something I find really hard because it’s already been programmed into my head as a rule. Sometimes I need to say no to protect myself and to allow myself space to rest and recover. This is in itself difficult because I then feel a sense of failure for not meeting the expectation negating any rest I require.
  4. Celebrating Progress, Not Perfection: for quite a while I struggled because I’d had very limited experience of failure. Whilst this meant I did well at school, job interviews, art school etc I think this created self imposed pressure not to fail. Again learning, and experiencing things which don’t go according to plan has helped me to understand progress is what truly matters! The more I experience failure, the more I realise that it’s not always disastrous and instead provides some learning.
  5. Building a Supportive Community: Sharing my struggles with others helps me realise I’m not alone in this journey. Together, we can break free from these constraints.

Perfectionism is about control, but I’m learning to let go and embrace the beautiful messiness of life!

Weather forecast⤴

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Today’s Daily Create asks for a poem about weather forecasts. I look at many weather maps of Scotland, then write a haiku.

October forecast:
Rain, followed by rain, then rain
Good weather for ducks

Ducks

Ducks” flickr photo by NomadWarMachine shared under a Creative Commons (BY-NC-SA) license

Return to Calais⤴

from @ lenabellina

Is it the same, being back?

Is there a sense of gain, or lack?

Comfort from being here

Last time round? 

Or loss of the novel

Of new sights and sounds?

Something of both 

It seems to me

With familiar comes comfort

But also I see

How comfort can lead 

To complacency

And from that

I pray

I will always stay free.

For I cannot accept this

I will not accept this

I must not accept this

And so

I listen 

And look

And write in my book 

Of the sights

And the sounds

That are here all around 

If we don’t look away

Or ignore what they say. 

But speak up for those with no voice.

Because we are the ones who have choice. 

Eagles and Doves⤴

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Today’s Daily Create asks us to

Look out of your actual window and then open a nature webcam from somewhere in the world. (here is the home of nature webcams via the US National Park Service) Write a poem that bridges these two views, exploring the connection between your local environment and a distant ecosystem.

I chose the Bald Eagle cam at Sauces Canyon Nest.

Sauces Canyon Bald Eagle Nest

Sauces Canyon Bald Eagle Nest” flickr photo by NomadWarMachine shared under a Creative Commons (BY-NC-SA) license

And contrasted it with a recent view of the birdfeeder in our garden

276 Collared Doves

276 Collared Doves” flickr photo by NomadWarMachine shared under a Creative Commons (BY-NC-SA) license

Small birds visit our garden,
Robins, tits and doves,
Dropping in for a daily feed,
Safe from the bald eagles resting in their nest across the globe

Ducks and Fuchsias⤴

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I don’t believe in God, the afterlife, or supernatural forces. I do believe in coincidence, in seeing patterns in nature and finding meaning when you look for it.

Mum loved ducks – there are ducks throughout her house. Pictures of ducks, plastic ducks, wooden ducks. Every time I see a duck I think of mum.

Mum died on Thursday morning. On Friday afternoon, on the way back from saying goodbye, we stopped as usual at Tebay Service Station, bought coffee and cake and sat in the café to admire the view. As we sat and looked over the pond I thought of mum with more than one tear in my eye.

Ducks at Tebay

Ducks at Tebay” flickr photo by NomadWarMachine  shared under a Creative Commons (BY-NC-SA) license.

Back at home on Saturday I shuffled the pages of my daily calendar to find the page for the day – and stopped with a smile. What a lovely picture for my weekend.

Ducks on a Riverbank

Ducks on a Riverbank” flickr photo by NomadWarMachine shared under a Creative Commons (BY-NC-SA) license

And then yesterday morning, as I was pottering around the garden I noticed that we had a fuchsia in bloom – a present from mum soon after we moved into this house 12 years ago, and the first time I’ve seen it flower.

288 Fuchsia

288 Fuchsia” flickr photo by NomadWarMachine  shared under a Creative Commons (BY-NC-SA) license

Lovely reminders of a mother who loved me, and who I loved.

Ode to Father Time⤴

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Today’s Daily Create is to write an ode to Father Time

O silent keeper of all things,
You move unseen through shadows cast,
With footsteps soft, yet never still.
The stars align, the tides obey,
All yield to you—relentless, vast.

Your hands are weathered, old as stone,
Yet you are ageless, ever new.
You mend, you break, you heal, you mar,
A sculptor’s chisel, carving through,
Unveiling lives in cycles far.

A child’s first cry, an elder’s sigh,
The bloom of youth, the winter’s breath—
You’re there, a witness to our change,
A fleeting gift, a final debt,
Each heartbeat passing in your range.

Unseen you turn the seasons’ wheel,
And all our clocks are but your play.
What power lies in your domain,
For all we are, and all we’ll be,
Is woven in your endless skein.

And though we chase, and though we flee,
There is no place to hide, to wait,
For when you call, we go as one—
Forever caught within your fate,
Eternal father of the sun.

Written by ChatGPT

Mum⤴

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“Take something to remind you of her”, they suggest.
“I already have”, I say.
In the cookbooks you gave me, the marks of my cooking throughout their pages,
In the jugs and vases dotted around the house, the result of many years happy scavenging together,
In the poetry books on my shelves, purloined from yours over the years,
In the pictures on my walls, presents from you to remind me of home.
I don’t need objects to remind me of you.
But everywhere I look I can see your love.

Ode to Mother Earth⤴

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Today’s Daily Create is to write an ode to Mother Earth.

Oh gentle Earth, beneath our feet,
Your patient pulse, your rhythmic beat,
In verdant fields and oceans wide,
You cradle all in arms so wide.

From mountain peak to forest deep,
Your mysteries you guard and keep.
In every leaf, in every stone,
Your quiet grace, your ancient throne.

The rivers sing, the wind replies,
A symphony beneath the skies.
You gift us soil, the air, the seas,
The fruits we pluck, the shade of trees.

Yet how we bruise and how we mar,
The bounty that you’ve placed afar.
Still, with each dawn, you rise anew,
Forgiving all we fail to do.

So let us pause, with reverent heart,
And pledge anew, a kinder start.
For you, dear Earth, our lives sustain,
In sun and storm, in joy and pain.

With help from ChatGPT