Worthless and worthy

I'm very negative. Yes, it's something I will admit to. I find particularly when I write blog posts very view are happy (although maybe I'm wrong!) it feels most of the time that some form of disaster helps me to write and while this isn't always true I think it says something about why I write. 

I write for comfort, to get the 'bad things' down and lock them away in print, because maybe in print when they are stuck onto a page they can't escape. 

It takes a lot for me to feel something so very deeply that it reaches passed the sadness that I feel tuned to and when that thing does get through it is normally something that consumes me. Maybe an idea, or an unrealised truth. 

Today it's the latter. 

Earlier while looking for a USB pen drive I found some sandy dust amongst my papers. My first thought was that it shouldn't be there and I wondered where it had come from. My second thought was that I should throw it away. 

My third thought is happening now some twelve hours later when the truth is slowly becoming clear.

In my service on Sunday I used a piece from a book by Brian Harris. It's about how all of us are made by God from the dust of the earth and the breath of God himself. (I'll pause a moment to let the shivers go from down my spine!...)

It's a strange mixture of the precious and the useless, one that I used to underline my point and Jesus point (it was Jesus point first!) of exaltation and humility. 

We are the lowly dust of the earth. We are the breath of God. Together we are both worthless and worthy.

Milestones...

So July came and went and here we are passed August in to September.local preaching work has been passed to the tutor and deadlines are approaching, everything is a little bit stressy. All the young people have gone back to school and summer is officially over. Soon it will be October and I'll be back at cliff! (See the lack of blogs then! Or the blogs about the work maybe!)

Today's been a strange day. I've been unfocused and needing to do something active (so hopefully the unfocused -ness would go! This normally works.) 

So I went and cut a lawn, a specific one I don't just go round cutting lawns... Although...

When I got back dinner was 16minutes away so I waited ate, showered (hot and sticky, bleugh!) and then slumped. I was feeling a little down if I'm honest. I remember asking God to help me feel less miserable. It wasn't a prayer, more like a passing half comment that sweeps across your mind when your thinking but not really thinking. I tried my usual cheer ups strategies (playing guitar! Singing) and neither worked that well. 

Then my phone bleeped. I had been expecting a message from a diferent person. 

 

The text was from a friend, and greatful for the distraction I said she could phone.

"Guess what I just bought!"

Normally this is a new teddy or game or anything really.

"Go on," said I, unprepared for the next sentence.

"I just bought my wedding dress!!!!" 

If I hadn't been sitting down I think I might have fallen over. 

"Yeah?" 

I was a little suprised. And a little... 

I am this persons best friend, and I should have been there. I felt too far away. And I knew that I didn't sound as excited as I should have, there is no date for the wedding and it has been on the 'to do' list for a few years. The wedding will probably still be a while away. But! This for her was, (and too right too!) a huge milestone.  It is fantastic news. And I am excited. This made my day. This lightened up my dark mood and made me smile.

The next immportant thing is shoes! 

But as mr fiancée might read the blog I can't tell you a thing about the dress! Doh! (Pictures will appear when I am allowed to post them!)

They are both really really excited and I hope that it will stay with them for the coming months. 

Congratulations on that milestone. 

Trish. Xx

July!

It feels like July has nearly gone already and as I haven't posted  I thought I'd better correct that.

The Earlam women at the moment are coughing and sneezing. (I caught a cold and passed it on to my mum. Sorry mum!)

And my cold is lasting forever. My mum has had it half the time and has come off worse so I am hoping that it be over quickly for her. 

Tomorrow is the first day of holiday bible club where, voice permitting, I'll be singing, announcing, presenting, dancing and teaching. I hope everyone else is ready and well!

Local preaching is going well but I still have so much to learn! Now I have my new study it's nice to be able to get out of the main house and focus on what I should be doing, (which is where I'll be in a little while!) 

Other than that everything is much the same it's just a case of taking good times with the bad times and not making too much of a fuss when I feel down. 

I miss my friends in Bury, and I really could do with a break. But after last time I'm very reluctant to go. Maybe I'm holding on to the past a little too much but sometimes I think if you get hurt it's harder to forget. My fights aren't like a broken plate that gets smashed and then swept up and forgotten about. Broken plates tend to cut and scar me, metaphorically of course! 

But we keep going! So much to do and so little time! Well! I'll get back to work. 

Keep smiling! And God bless you. 

Trish xx

Cliff day one.

Most of us spend a lot of time waiting. Right now I'm waiting for the kettle to boil in a lovley room at cliff college. Day one has just ended and I am feeling very sleepy but also very glad to be here.  

I am not uncomfortable here. But maybe I will be at a few points. 

I sometimes find it funny when God doesn't even wait till you've really settled in before throwing something at you. Today I have already found a few people I hope the words I spoke to them helped. It's not my words most of the time, I just say them! 

So it's day one, and the course material have been not overly challenging. In fact it has so far been something I can embrace and enjoy which was good as I thought day one would be harder. 

The hardest thing I have found today is understanding people. We are blessed to have three Nigerians studying with us I find everyone's views and opinions fascinating. But I get cross at myself when I find it hard to understand an accent. It's fine in a quiet room but quite impossible in a noisy class. (Kettles boiled now! So let me make tea before I carry on.)

I wish I had bigger ears! Part of me wishes this wasn't the only thing  I had trouble with today. 

So, we had very near fisticuffs between two students about science and creation... And we have talked a bit about different sources which has been great from a preaching POV. 

The drive up here was also really stunning even if I did end up turning right into Stockport hospital! 

Right now though I am feeling very tired. So I'm going to break into my chocolate orange finish my tea, maybe do a little bit of my LP assignment, pop out onto the roof terrace (which is beautiful!!) and then see how comfortable the bed is. 

But first, thank you to everyone who has made it a possibility for me to be here, (even if you don't read my blog!) and thank you for all the people who have wished me well (and given me a chocolate orange!) can't wait for the morning! I can't wait to learn more!!

When the feelings gone and you can't go on,

Sunday, is a day I should mark somehow. The 1st of June.  

I had my second Cafe worship service, this time at Mold, and it was blinking hard work but utterly utterly worth every second. I'm going to be assessed on the service which is a little daunting. I loved the actors in the sketch I had written, they were perfect and I love all the young people we had there. 

But Sunday changed from a contented happy day to something, that a big part of me wants to put in a box and put on a shelf somewhere. 

I was a responder to a fatal road accident. 

I'm not putting any details down because that's unfair on others who were more involved and family's. 

But I feel very out of sorts. What I saw isn't leaving my mind any time soon. And part of me wants to not talk about it, but the other part of me does. 

I was calm there, as I normally am in a bad situation. But now I'm really not here at all. I feel like I'm still standing in the road looking and praying. Because I did pray while I was there several times. At certain points it's all I felt I could do as paramedics and other emergency service people got there. 

Help, until real trained people get there, then keep helping till they take over, then keep out of the way, unless they ask you to do something was how it worked. 

I want to know what I do now. I know the answer is carry on. Put it out of my mind but remember in case it happens again (I'm helpful at heart so if it did I would help again, but no one should have to face anything like that.)

I could have left. But for all of you who know me you know that's not me. 

Part of me wonders why I was supposed to be there. So many little things happened to get me there. 

First the service, I got asked if it would be okay for me to do (as it was first on the plan) and I said yes. I could have said no and gone with a friend to walk up Snowdon.  Secondly I forgot my wallet, so didn't fill up my car before heading home. (And I had a choice to go back and get it too) and thirdly the driver in front of me who was going slowly in a 60, if (s)he had carried on I would have turned down the normal way to avoid them, instead (s)he turned off, leaving me to go to that road. So it was my choice? Or at least fully directed for me to be there. 

So I don't normally end a blog with a prayer. But today I'm going to. 

Lord God, when life takes us down roads that are tough, please be with each of us. Please please keep all those involved so close to you that they can feel you next to them. And not just the family's but the people who responded whether from the public or emergency services. Please help all of those cope with their experience.

Through Jesus Christ I pray. Amen. 

Fascination

“Both you and I know that the second he fired that gun she was dead.”

Max made to drop his gaze but then held it fast searching for the joke in Wades eyes as if this was just a prank he had been playing on him.

“There is nothing more they can do. There is nothing you can do. There’s nothing I can do. Okay?”

Max dropped his gaze and nodded.

“Okay…” Wade replied letting his hands fall to his sides off Max’s arms. He turned to the paramedic and whispered softly the words he didn’t want to hear.

“Call it.”

“Victoria Jade Edwards deceased Time of death April ninth, Two fifty three. A.M.…”

"I don't want to leave you like that" vixen said to the man who hadn't let go of her hand. 

It had been so strange, watching Wade let go but still having him there. She had stood up with him. Watched as the paramedics fought so hard to keep her alive. 

And he had kept hold of her hand, the whole time. 

"I'll be alright." The older wade said to her. 

"It'll take a little time, but I'll be alright."

The above is a chunk of a different side of something that I wrote a long time ago. Wade is a character I'm very much attached to. I know him well enough that sometimes he feels almost real. Vixen/Victoria however is one that I don't know too well. This part of Wades life is a huge part as is Vixen, i know he'd never let her go through something like this alone so that's why I thought I'd write it. 

'Vixen smiled slightly. 

"Your upset, don't be so..." a loud explosion cut her sentence short.

He hugged her tight. 

"I'd ask how your feeling but being dead and all it's a bit of a stupid question."

She watched for a few more minutes as the bloody mess of the man who shot her  was dragged out, and Max and wade were ushered into ambulances. 

"How come your here if your still alive?"

She asked him. 

He smiled his easy going smile, "once your dead, time doesn't bind you as much as it should. Besides you told me not to let go of your hand. What else was I supposed to do? I can't have you being dead all on your own, you'd be scared. So after I died, I came back to make sure someone was here for you."

He squeezed her hand,

"Come on," he grinned. "I've got so many places I want to show you."

She looked at him studying all the lines and wrinkles on his face, looking at the silver hairs scattered into his dark hair. He hadn't had enough time to grow really old. She could see a scar through his shirt, one long cut downwards that looked like it had hurt. 

"Is that what killed you?" She asked undoing the button that was fastened to cover it and gently running a finger down it.

Smiling again he shook his head. "What are you like, back with me for less than an hour and already your undoing my shirt."

"How did you die?" She asked. 

His eyes turned so sad that immediately she regretted asking. He didn't answer, but looked towards where his younger self was waiting in the ambulance, a silver blanket wrapped round him and a face void of any expression.'

Having the same two people in the same scene was a little strange, older and younger versions one who knows exactly what's going on and one in deep deep shock, but it felt like it worked. I tried to capture the dynamic of the relationship between the two. The playfulness and the caring nature of both of them towards each other and others. I felt that maybe Vixen should have cared more about Max, but being newly dead I guess things are a bit strange and Wades there to help keep her grounded. The passage moves off focus to wade realising what he's lost. But really it's a mirror to how vixen is also feeling. Empty  and not sure how to survive any more but while she has an older wade to guide her wade doesn't have anyone with him. I think her reluctance to leave him shows her feelings as much as the older wade being there. 

His younger self was in deep shock. Not a single word was going in as the paramedic looked him over, told him not to drink of gamble, or a thousand other things. When the paramedic said he was alright medically, it was Switch who guided him to the long black car he had come in. He sat behind Jaz who drove as Switch turned in his seat wondering when Wade would show any sign of grief. Max was crying. Tears ran in small rivulets down his face leaving tracks in the dust and blood. He kept his face turned away from Wade half ashamed of his tears half scared of his quiet companion.  Both men were covered in blood.  He watched his younger self reach out and place a hand on Max's back. 

 Heard him tell Max, it was alright to be upset, it was okay.  He couldn't remember talking to him afterwards. He couldn't remember how he tried his best to comfort him, he couldn't remember pushing all he was feeling down, away, out, until all that was left was calmness, and a feeling like he had taken off a heavy load. When they got back to the ASA he saw the faces. Sorrowful, upset, slightly angry then looking at him scared. 

Greif can affect people in many different ways. So in trying to understand I think you have to look at how people deal with it. Sometimes people cry and they can't stop. But sometimes people push everything away. 

Switch, had clearly thought about Wades actions more than Wade had. He found his motorcycle keys and helmet missing and the number for a cab company on his desk and on his sofa.

The one thing he hadn't managed to get was Wades car keys.

They had followed, so silently, almost like the memories of it all had dragged them along. 

The older wade squeezed vixens hand. 'You don't want to see all this' he said as his younger self drove away, not wearing his seat belt and still covered in her blood. 

'Let me take you to the place it all started to get fixed?

I wish I'd known about it sooner.' He started to guide her to the right, but they both glided  left after the car. 

'Toria..' He whispered. Not wanting her to see. 

'You're not alright Wade. And I'm not leaving you like this.'  There wasn't much wade could do except follow. 

'You're driving like an idiot,' she said to the older wade. 'What if you crash?' She asked him. 

'I do' he said softly. And vixen looked at him shocked. 

"You want to follow me then fine," he said calmly, "but your not going to like what you see. I crash into another car, because I miss the bridge." 

"You miss the bridge?!" She said angrily. "What do you mean you miss the bridge???" 

The car on car metal and scraping sound made her look. 

The tall angry man she hadn't got to meet stood up and moved out of his car. 

"You idiot! Look at this damage!.. Wade? Is that you?"

"He knows you?" Vixen asked. 

"Fortunately yes," wade whispered back, "If your going to watch my whole life it's going to take a while vix"

Of course sometimes you choose to try and do something silly, something that feels right at the time. And sometimes you can feel like you have nothing left. 

But hopefully if you are struggling there will be someone around who cares. Someone who will start to make things feel a little better. 

After loosing someone it does take a time to feel better. So if your struggling please please do take the time to cry, (if it helps) if not try to so something you love. 

There are lots of people out there who love you. 

If you know someone who is struggling, please understand that it will take time and they might not be there usual selves for a while. Stick with them. Even if they don't want to talk just be there. I'm sure that it will help. And if they ask for space give it them, but be available just in case.  

I'm not sure why I wrote this blog. But there you go. 

Stay safe! God bless you. XxX 

Because I really should write something.

Hello people of the blogosphere! 

 Some of my books for college arrived today! Yey! But also oh! What am I doing!

It's suprising how much doubt can creep into your mind when your not looking. It's also a bit suprising how many times I have to remind myself that I'm not doing all of this for me! (Although I love youth work and local preaching so it's a good job really! Thank you God!) 

So today I've been looking at the many passages I've got to choose from, in order to write my first narrative sermon (in note form!) For assessment. Since Wednesday I've been struggling to sit down and find a passage I want to cover, it's so helpful when you have a service that they give you readings, and I've never thought of that before. 

But I think I might have found the tiny tiny passage that will help me. 

Now I have to choose between a personal narrative or a parallel narrative.  It's a bit like someone giving you a choice for cereal and after saying all the choices they then give you another list for what type of milk you'd like...

Full cream milk would be going for a personalised narrative.  You get a different view point and  it tastes nice. (Even if it is a bit too much!)

Skimmed to me would be the parallel narrative, I'd be okay for a little while but I couldn't do a whole sermon that way.

The problem is I'm a semi skimmed kinda girl. Yep please keep your soya milk and your yaks milk and your lactose free, I can do full cream if I really really must but at the first available opertunity I'm going to go and get some middle of the road semi skimmed.

So personal, or parallel?  

The passage would be quite easy to put in to modern day and create again but differently. But at the same time it would be easy to tell from the different personality.

I'm good at connecting humanly so I could do a good job on a personalised narrative but could I do a good job in note form?

Most of my ideas don't work in notes, if I have something to write and preach I tend to just do it.

Showing my workings wasn't easy for me. (Not that I'm good at maths!)

Maybe I'll just research today. I'll gather all the information and go from there tomorrow and try and make up my mind.

The hair in all it's rainbow ness has now been washed so I'm a little less blonde and a little more... Well I'll be honest it's no where near my normal colour! But even after only two weeks (yeah it's only two weeks! Had it dyed on the 26th march) my dark roots are showing, my hair does grow quickly! 

This was after a few days (my big sisters photo!) I'm still unsure as to whether I like it of not, somedays it shocks me a little. Part of me doesn't want to still have hair like this in June, but another part of me wants to re do it maybe just with purple and blue, fire red, and my own dark hair.

Right! I'd better get something done, reading note taking or researching (probably researching, it's amazing the things you can find out about parts of the bible. It's still a little strange to think that some people don't research and don't find out what all the little bits and peices actually mean!)

Well, until the next time I write. 

Stay safe! And God bless you. 

XxX 

HD is for hair dye.

In my last post I mentioned that one of young people I work with went to Nicuagua to suport the Street Child World Cup (SCWC) on behalf on the methodist church. Well this Saturday sees one of our football fun fundraising events take place! This is going to be so different from so many other fundraising events I've done in the past, as this is very family orientated, and there is someone I know who has been affected and been out and looked at the conditions and the way peoples lives can be changed. 

Most of the fundraising I've done has been very different. Some has been for charity's I know like guide dogs, which obviously affected me directly but also indirectly, but others have been for topical charity's. 

In my high school days I thought it would be great to dress in orange from head to toe, and raise funds for the tsunami appeal. (Why orange? Because satsuma and tsunami in my mind sounded simmilar) 

I did ten star jumps for fifty pence and jogged a bit sang a few songs and was generally enthusiastically  a bit mad. I can't remember how much I raised, but the money went to someone far away, who I was vaguely connected to because we live on the same planet and I'd heard about it on the news. Yes it fired up my need to help, and I was as passionate as I could be at the time but Saturday will be different.

When we hear the total, as we have done a fair bit of fundraising already, I will look at the young person who was out there, it might sound strange, but to me I can almost see the people who will benefit in here eyes. I can see how much it means to her, for them and that, more than the promotional videos, more than the songs, or prayers inspires me. Her compassion almost calls to mine. I'm helping organise this event, which is also very different from handing money over to a teacher after doing a few star jumps while singing postman pat (I hated that song but it was worth a pound!) 

It's going to be chaos! But good chaos! And I'm glad to do my part.

Alright so what has that do do with hair dye?

Well, before I get to that I'd better update you a bit further. I am delighted to say that the college I applied for accepted me!  I'll be starting in October on the YMM course. But I'm also going to summer school in June, nervous and excited and eager to start sums up how I feel in a few words but the feelings are so much bigger! Sometimes I'll catch myself smiling when I'm thinking about it as I do little things like emptying the dishwasher or making a cupper sometimes I find I'm immpatient to start, but I'm  stopping my immpatient feelings by reading the books, (so far I have one, I'm looking for cheaper copy's of the others!) in that one book, so far there is already so much I didn't understand. I hope I can keep up!

Local preaching wise I've now had my fourth on trial service and my second assessment, like YMM there is so much to learn still, but I'm still loving learning. Things are strangely starting to make sence now in a way they didn't before and instead of flat words with one message it's almost like the word is becoming alive, some parts are so big I can walk round them and look at them from every angle and still not grasp it all. My old love of words and their meanings and origins is slowly being bellowed back into fire, but I still get worried that I'll not have room for all this knowledge so I'm trying to stay calm and focused. It's very easy to go off to somewhere different when you start looking at Greek word origins! 

My next service is a family service, I'm looking foward to the challenge but feel I need a bit of advice before I start tackling it, so I'll ask. After Saturday.

My poor mum was taken ill agin this Friday, so I spent a lot of Friday in hospital with her, she's home now, but there is still no obvious answer to her shakes.

So, hair dye. 

Obviously from before my tsunami satsuma days... I've always been... Well a little odd.  And last year (or maybe the year before that) I decided that I would donate my hair to the little princess trust. Well it's now at its length. So it's ready to be cut off and posted. Hooray!

So last week I had a thought, I could after a little while of not being able to dye my hair. But why not do it for SCWC? Since yesterday people have been picking colours and donating, (I've raised £75! So far! Better than doing star jumps for 50p...)

So by Saturday night my short hair, will be a mass of crazy colour (even some glow in the dark!) and hopefully I will have raised a little more.  

Tonight I've had a patch test done to make sure I'm not allergic to they dye, and so far so good! 

 I'm gonna miss my dark hair, but like college I'm also quite excited. :)

So if you can spare a prayer, please think of us on Saturday doing our bit. And please please pray for all the SCWC teams.

God bless you. 

Trish XxX 

The state of things

I know I said I'd write sooner but believe me it's been a whirl wind ride and I'm only on the first of three laps I think. 

The day of the sleepover my mum was taken ill and had to be taken into hospital this was an hour or so before I left. It's been a week and a half now and she came home on the same day she went in but she's still not right. 

The sleepover was brilliant and out of it I could add to my Sunday service the Sunday just gone. With the sleepover I brought home a t shirt and a cold. The cold I promptly passed on to at least four people (I'm really really sorry!) and the tshirt I preached in on Sunday. 

The tshirt was for the Street Child World Cup, which if you haven't heard of, you should go and look up! 

I hadn't heard of it until last year when one of our youth group applied to go to Nicuagua. (And went!) She got to see the Nicuaguan teams which the Methodist church are supporting, and then came back and told us all about it. It's really interesting to hear her speak and I'm sure she'll go on to raise awareness for many places and people not just in Nicuagua. 

It feels like she's just starting out on this big journey, and I feel privileged to be there at the start and honored to be one of the people in her life encouraging her to follow her heart. I'm certainly watching that space!

My journey continued a bit today as I sent off my APEL form to Cliff College. I hope this next step won't be too long in appearing even if I do find it quite frightening.  

I'm still going on the 100 happy days challenge. Somedays it's hard to think of something but there always is something there.  Normally I find myself thinking of two or three things in the day time then I find something bigger at night. Once or twice I've switched my phone off without posting,then remembered while saying my prayers, and had to switch it back on and post. 

Today might be sending off my forms. As it did make me happy. But I have a local preachers meeting today so it might be getting a good report. Or maybe it'll be less complicated and I'll put catching up with a friend. Whatever it is, I'm sure today will give me something. 

God bless you and be with you. 

Trish xx 

Before the big sleepover

For the last three years I have been involved in the big sleepover. For the last three years I have started by doing the icebreakers. For the last three years  I have resisted using the fat penguin joke. Maybe this year will be the year to use it!

In truth I don't like organising games, I'd like a chance to do something more complex but I'm not sure what. For the first two sleepovers I was actively involved on leading the late night worship. I don't think we have one this year. It was an amazing feeling though and it's one I don't think I'll ever forget. Especially that first year!

The first year I led a session on me and my community too and I think it went well. People enjoyed it anyway.  

Each sleepover had brought a different set of challenges with it and by now all of the young people know each other quite well and they know the leaders quite well so Ice breakers aren't needed really except for the scattering of younger ones who haven't been before. 

I can't wait for Sunday evening! I'll have that fantastic happy exhaustion (hopefully!) I'll look back at everything that maybe didn't go exactly to plan and smile because it was probably better that way.  I might type again on Monday and tell you how it all went. 

I had another form from Cliff College too, this time it was an APEL form. This helps them assess how much work and experience and learning I have in the areas covered by the course I've applied for. 

I'm glad I'm going to their summer school and I hope it will help me with the YMM course application. It's a bit daunting not knowing if I'm on the course or not yet. I know it will help me get a perminant post as a youth worker and it's what I really really want to do! It's what I've been called to do and it's taken me far too long to realise that.  

I was given a song to listen to a few days ago, and yesterday I managed to find time to do so, a line of the lyrics is as follows. 

'Your worlds not falling apart, its falling into place

I'm on the throne, stop holding on and just be held

Just be held, just be held'

It's not falling apart. It's falling into place. And that's how I feel. And what I need to be reminded of. The next part  told me I was still looking in the right place. 

Last Sunday during evening service I kept my eyes on the wooden cross next too the lectern. 

'If your eyes are on the storm

You'll wonder if I love you still.

But if your eyes are on the cross

You'll know I always have and I always will.'

So I was looking in the right place. 

I can't quite forget that none of this is in my hands. All I can do is listen for that call and when I hear it answer loud and clear. So if God wants me to go to cliff college, and be on the YMM course then all I can do is say okay. 

Recently I've been thinking a lot about the leap of faith I did in November to encourage the little girl with me. All the way up I was thinking 'what am I doing!?' But I kept going. Struggled so hard to get onto that platform. And I shook so much when I finally got on it at the top! But I leapt off. And survived!

Right now I think I'm climbing.  The course will be me getting onto that platform. 

But I know all the way through God will be there. And when I jump off it will be for him. 

God, help me fly for you. Help me help other to fly!

Numb!

I've just returned from the dentist! (It's not going to all be about the dentist.) And I now have half a numb tounge and half of my mouth numb. I've not had this before so it's all a bit new. I'm lucky when It comes to the dentist, I don't have to have something done very often. It was very strange having my tooth out especially as I could feel it in my nose! 

It left me thinking about the things that we are numb about in our lives the things that we just ignore. Maybe situations or even people we pass.

All I can think about is that I'd really like a cup of tea right now! But I can't until this numbness goes.  

I've also been taking part in the 100 happy days challenge. Every day you have to put something your happy about that day. Sometimes it'll be hard finding something I'm happy about. I'm only on day five, and so far so good. The people who set the challenge said that only 71% fail the challenge Which is sad.  I really really hope I can be part of the 29% that manage to finish it. It will be may? When I finish if I keep going till the end.

So today I'm probably happy that my tooth extraction didn't hurt. And I'm happy it's over.

What are you happy about? Do you think you could do the challenge?

Hope you have a good happy time till I type again. XxX 

God bless you. 

Legends.

I've been trying to write a few legends for one of my book series recently. I've written four so far, three about landmarks and one about a monster. 

Legends are immportant. Not only are they part of history but they are also a fundamental way of life in some places.  Ask anyone about the grim who is a Harry Potter fan or anyone in Suffolk about the black dog (they sound similar) and they'll tell you all about it. As someone not native, and they'll give you a blank look. 

Yes legends are stories that are told so much they become a legend. But I don't know where I would be without knowing about King Arthur, and I know I would love to meet Robin Hood, (even if only to beat him wrestling, he want very good at it apparently!).  

Legends take time. Years and years to establish. But inspiring someone through being good and true to yourself is something you can do right now. 

So if maybe, you want to be a legend, someone who is remembered time and time year after year, just try and be the best person you can. 

Oh, and if you see a sword in a stone, maybe give it a little pull? After all, it can't hurt to try can it!