“Happy are those who dream dreams and are prepared to pay the price to see them become a reality”.

Today I have been very moved, by the news of a death, about an hour ago. He is the father of probably the best male friend I have. Both of them also used to be in the Army.

His lovely lady is wanting to come over and see me, to raise a glass and share her thoughts, since he is away in France at the moment.

In fact I knew change was in the air when I woke up this morning, and it has been a morning of conclusions and moving on. 

Yet again I say, we never know what a day is going to bring, so live for now, but this gives us no excuse to live our lives recklessly, for every action and every word has a reaction somewhere, with someone.

We are not Islands, we all are part of each other, in some way or another.

I have lots of new things to do now, mountains to climb and rivers to cross. I have shared a huge part of me with you all, my music, my thoughts, my feelings, my hopes and dreams. It may have helped you to understand what makes me tick and the woman behind the batty blonde !!

“It is your own self that you will see reflected in the water and it is your own self that you see in your heart”. Prov 27:19

May God give me the grace to do the right thing, and the wisdom to know the difference.

“Let battle commence !!” as my dearest father used to say at the start of anything new.

“You, Lord are all I have, and you give me all I need; my future is in your hands” Ps 16:5

Big love and God bless ,

Yours with affection,

EXCITING STUFF !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!???????????!!!!!!!!!!!!

 Mary x

Oh dear … the complexities of woman !!

“She”
May be the face I can’t forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
“She”
May be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day

“She”
May be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell

“She”
Who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one’s allowed to see them when they cry
“She”
May be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I’ll remember till the day I die

“She”
May be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I’m alive
The one I’ll care for through the rough in ready years
Me
I’ll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I’ve got to be
The meaning of my life is

“She”

The full interview for the British Stammering Association … have a great weekend !

Poetry explained !

First off, don’t think I should ever have called my writings poetry!! To me they are more like ditti`s,  funny statements and observations.

 They are left over from my nights in the dormitory at boarding school. After lights out, the girls would ask me to make up funny songs about various members of staff or affairs of the heart. For some reason, even though I still had my bad stammer then, and was quite a shy little girl, when I did a four liner, and got the rhythm going, my stammer didn’t happen, and my way with words made everyone laugh ! 

I love limericks too, and have a selection I use as party pieces … so beware!

Big love,  Maryx

“The Problem with Trousers”. First chance to read one of my poems!!

THE PROBLEM WITH TROUSERS                                                             

How do you pull a woman?

How do you find a mate?

When nothing works the way it should

On that all important date…?

The music`s all romantic

And the lights are set to dim

But try you must, and must you try

It’s just not going in … !

The lounge is either far too cold

Or drink has sealed your fate

Cos nothing`s where it should have grown

All big and hard and straight….

A problem with the trousers?

I’ll make it short and snappy.

Girls love a man that’s makes them laugh.

Don’t fret … you made her happy!

Mary Bird 2009 copyright

ha ha ha !! Great day

Great day today !

I Cant belive how much they have done on the roads since last time…made the M1 in 1 hour 10 mins…amazing! Slight difficulty getting back home since the SAT NAV  took me on a totally different route, and I was NOT happy, so I disobeyed it !! She was not happy, so i got the old road map out and ended up going cross-country to get back to Buckingham. Not good since wearing glasses, and driving in the dark and the rain makes every light like a twinkling star with a rainbow effect. pity the poor people behind me, but the last hours was great, empty roads and dry. By the way does anyone know how many roundabouts Milton Keynes has ???!!!!!!!!

Life is good, and here on the door step when i arrived home by eldest son and girlfriend had just arrived with take away in hand !

I think I may be going through a bit of empty home syndrome since Christmas, when the house was full. January has been very empty for me indeed…. boo hoo.

Anyway, got al the forms through to provide accommodation for 16/17yrs olds leaving care homes, and help them enter the big world. Love that sort of stuff. I was a foster-mother for a while, and learnt that it is the very basic everyday things that make a life, and a home. ie an evening meal, a warm bed, and food in the cupboards, breakfast on the table…..so never take that stuff for granted …you are one of the fortunate ones!

I now have my eldest son jamming on his guitar, sitting at the kitchen table…lovely hearing music in the house that isn’t off YouTube!

Yes, i know I have been pouring my heart out a bit, but see it not so much as that, as letting you see the movements my mind makes, how I get where i am and why i do what I do….ha ha perhaps I should write a book called “How to run a mile …. getting over the issues of acceptance and approval” lets see, still got another comedy book to write called “Who says women can’t drive ?!! and a cook book too  called…opps cant remember what I was going to call it, but it was something funny !

 Time for beddie byes, have a feeling I will have lots to get sorted tomorrow, and my big strong ex army son can lug some bits and pieces around for me.

Happy girls tonight!

Maryxx

Getting used to small steps

Morning all,

I am not used to taking small steps, and this is what is so hard for me.

First step through, is sort out what I do in the evenings ! Days are very busy, but evenings hummm??? not good. Need a change urgently, so better think hard…..

Off the Stratford upon Avon today … 2 big meetings…. better get ready!

God bless and have  great day,

Mary