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My weekend

I am fit, I am strong, my fabulous day job is a “Pilates instructor” and I love it.

Very rarely do I experience muscle soreness from the group classes that I instruct and consequently demonstrate the exercises.

DOMS Have you heard of this? Delayed onset muscle soreness. I very rarely feel muscle soreness. Have I said that already? yes, because it’s true. Except for today, the day after.

We did a lot of hamstrings (back of the thighs) yesterday. My Saturday mornings are very busy and it’s predominantly athletes, runners, swimmers, cyclists, triathletes, I even have some martial art black belts attend weekly. Thus we do very strong sessions and due to the large numbers I run two sessions back to back.

Now to add to this mix, today anyway, occasionally I help out a local catering company.

The events they cater for are amazing and when I say amazing, I mean out of this world amazing. So I get paid to work, (on my feet for a further 6 hours) plus have fun, socialise and save money, due to not spending somewhere else. Win win

So my day started at 7am, Finishing at the studio at 11:15 am I dashed straight over to the festival I was waitressing at. Home at 6pm to cook a roast veggie dish for a dinner party,

With sore feet and an exhausted body, veggies ready, I pulled my tray out the oven. Oh no, my exhausted arms could not hold on, I dropped it all over my new kitchen mat which I bought two days prior. Tears almost welled in my eyes.

I did see the funny side, took a photo and sent it to my dinner party crew. What next, yes okay that’s it, I decided to chop up a watermelon, yes a whole watermelon, popping it on to a plate, I carried out from the kitchen bench to another in preparation for move to the car. Guess what? Yesssss, I did, a whole sweet delicious watermelon smashed all over the floor.

Breadstick yes, what can I do to that? Bite the end off in hunger? Only I know the answer to that one. I say with a wink 😉

Leaving my house, better close the blinds, seriously? they fell down.

Scream 😱 I arrived at my dinner party bottle of red wine and a breadstick. Everyone decided everything comes in threes so my run of bad luck was over. Do you think so?

Get to bed around midnight after a lovely evening and a couple of glasses of my lovely red wine, exhausted, one of my kids is pocket dialing me at 5 am. No no no no this cannot be happening.

I did lay in bed for a little bit longer, of course my bladder wants to throw a spanned in the works, up I go to the toilet, only then I felt the soreness.

DOMS.

Back of my thighs so sore. Anyone who exercises and experiences that day after soreness will know what it’s like to go to the toilet. Sitting down and standing up. Who relates?

A walk, that will loosen me up. Grabbing a coffee to go, I take my three dogs in the car to head to the park. Now I know that’s not ideal to carry your coffee in hand and drive, that statement proved to be correct when a car pulled out in front of me, I slammed on the brake my little foxy terrier Ella went flying, my coffee went flying all over the windscreen and my legs, my American bulldog Gloria’s big boof head ended up between the two front seats.

All 3 of us survived, we continued on our journey. The park was busy, I was walking with a few girls I knew, between us about 10 dogs.

The 3 rescue pups & loves in my life

Our local dog park is amazing it’s full of bush and trees and creeks and with path Full of roots and branches sticking out of the ground so you have to watch your step.

Gloria disappeared, she can’t see very well consequently she she ended up with another group of people. Unaware, she followed them about 300 m in the opposite direction. I took off after her. I ran, I tripped, over a branch, landing hard flat on my face and cracking my rib cage on a large root . Winding myself, gasping for breath, pain on breathing and pride hurt. Oblivious to all the other aches and pain‘s I was going to feel in about two hours time.

I try very hard not to be a victim, however I was feeling a little sorry for myself at this stage. We get home without any further ado, and I make myself a smoothie bowl for my breakfast. Blended fruits topped with muesli and more fruit. Are you thinking what I know happened? Yes I wore it. Off to the shower I went for a cleanup. Take two. I enjoyed my breakfast.

As the day went on I started to look like someone who was about 100 years old. My usual perfect posture slightly bent over, a limp, I couldn’t use my hands, my rib cage hurts, I have a bruised right hand, a swollen middle finger on my left hand, my right knee is bruised and causing a limp. My right big toe is sore.

Can it get any Worse ha ha ha

My puffy swollen exhausted body is looking for a new day. A new weekend in fact.

Contract:

I the non-victim dreamer, hereby requires a new weekend. Starting afresh where everything will run smoothly and as planned. Money is no object, therefore not requiring her to work a second job. The caterer that she worked for in her parallel life is so amazing that he prepared her roast vegetable dish, freshly sliced watermelon packed into containers and placed in her drivers car to be chauffeured to the dinner party. She arrives home to a clean house, (always) where her three dogs do not play in the dirt resulting in floors that remain clean. (Always) lack of sleep and overwork are no longer a problem, the tired induced clumsiness in no problem.No bruises, no sore limbs, no wounded pride.

I will however accept my sore hamstrings. I know I earned them with a great workout and I will wear that pain with pride. I love a good workout.

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Who am I kidding I’m a realist. It’s Sunday night, tomorrow is Monday and it will all be but a memory as my new week begins. I wonder what I’ll fall over, drop, smash, spill next weekend. Ahh at least I’m laughing at myself.

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/04/06/opposites-attract-challenge-april-6/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/02/13/puffy/

https://weeklyprompts.com/2019/04/03/word-prompt-memory/

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A letter to his teacher – I wish you could see him now

This is a repost from Chaotic Shapes. Please watch the video.

http://chaoticshapes.com/2019/03/21/shared-video-1/

School is not a measure of a persons success.

The grades a child receives in school does not define the child or his journey into adult hood, their passion does,.

Follow your heart, your instinct and trust.

As in this video these parents are told that their child is not very bright. I had the same experience when my son was in grade 3. Aged approximately seven or eight years old. The teacher said to his father and myself, just face it, the facts are your son is not very bright and he will struggle in life. I was shocked. She categorized my son at the age of eight years old. She made an opinion of my son and classified him as having no future. She defined him by his grades and made the decision that this was how he would perform in life. (A struggle) Thank God that we did not believe in her thoughts or her unvalidated opinion on our son. I feel sad at the thought of how many children’s lives she may have impacted on.

I felt let down by the system and the system did let my son and us down.

We took him to another school. They ( the teachers) believed in him.

As it turns out the classroom was not the best learning platform for him. Life and experience was. He is successful, he is intelligent, he is wise, he can recite facts that blow his audience away, he is funny, hilarious in fact. He is kind, compassionate, he is a hard worker and he is highly respected by his employer, his work colleagues, his peers and friends. He is passionate about life and is following his passion, he is making his mark on the world. He is amazing.

He is my son and I am proud.

I still remember that teacher.

A letter to the teacher

Dear Teacher,

You probably wouldn’t remember my family. I personally have never forgotten you. My beautiful son would not remember you either I am happy to say because we did not allow you to impact on his life.

Thirteen years ago you defined my son. An 8 year old who you blatantly classified as not very smart. I do not know if you were having a bad day, or that is your thoughts on children who learn through different processes, but, shame on your intolerance.

We all have different strengths and weakness, your own weakness did present itself very loudly that day.

However I do hope you found your way to kinder teaching methods, empathy and tolerance.

As it turns out you did us a favor, we removed our son from that school, where he went on to learn in healthier environment where he thrived and became the confident, capable young man he is today. You never took his power or ours.

If by some small chance you read this, I wish, I wish you could see him today.

Furthermore, I would like to say to you “I hope you found peace of mind and heart in your world”

Kind regards

A Proud Mum

#fowc

A New Beginning

A new day begins

Surrounded by clear black night

The coolness of the air

Wrapping us together

In a new love affair

Awaiting the new dawns glimpses

Through the darkness of the skies

The first light colors a secret to

only our eyes

Hues of grey, burgundy then red

Peaking through in the newness of

The morning

Whispering welcome

to the new day ahead

An artists palette is the view

Shades of bright yellow,

Then orange, pinks

and blue

The softness of the morning born

Like a piece of art

The sunrise, thy sky adorn

Another new day begins

Tucked together under

each other’s wings

A new love

A new beginning

#writephoto~Sue Vincent

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Janette Bendle February 2019

What will tomorrow bring?

On a cliff I sit looking over treetops

The oceans waves and white crests

Jumping over each other

Crashing into one another

Like kids on dodgem cars

The trees trembling and shaking as the wind rushes through the bending branches

Threatening to break the weaker ones

I close my eyes

Listening

Viewing the world through my ears

Wind on the face

Cool

Gently pushing me backwards

I smile as I mindfully say

I’m staying

The roar in my ears is soft but evident

What else do my ears hear

The ocean

My eyes witnessed the game at play

as the waves leapt over

and into each other

Now my ears hear

No longer do I think of kids at play

In their dodgem cars

I hear nature

Playing a game

A perfect game

Rustling leaves

as the winds says hello

Leaves fall

Birds are chirping and shouting to their mates

Come share my branch

My ears and touch are sensing

Click click click

Bushes rustle with movement

My mind imagines a small furry animal

Making shelter from the wind

Footsteps walk the path

somewhere behind me

the panting of a dog,

it’s puff telling me it’s happy on his walk with his master

They do not interrupt my moment

I turn my face towards the sky

Through my closed eyes I see

A brightness

Is it the sun?

I feel it radiating infinite happiness into my mind, my heart and my soul.

Healing

I am in my happy place

Do I have to return?

Voices disconnect my moment, they are soft, then getting louder as they near me.

They moved nearer to the lady sitting on the bench

Shining with love and happiness at her moment on the sun

Did they see the light

It is beaming around me

In that split second it is gone

Their are so many more unique and beautiful moments awaiting me every day

What will tomorrow bring

I cannot wait

Tribute to a rescued soul

June 2006 – who rescued who?

I am heartbroken beyond words. My beautiful boy Ruffy has spread his beautiful angel wings and left us.

For all those who know me he was my world.

He was at my side constantly for the past 12 1/2 years, this is a tribute to him from me and the special bond and love we shared.

He was a rescue dog and seriously it was the best thing I ever did. He was the most incredible dog I have ever known. Funny, sweet and full of personality. I would love to share this tribute with you.

RIP Ruffy Bendle.

You were so loved. You are a hero in the eyes of all who have been with you for the last three weeks. Your strength was Herculean. Your love constant. My house, my world, my car, my everything is forever changed.

Rest now little one.

Please visit me.

I love you to the heavens and back infinity. Thank you to all who have supported me over the last three weeks it has meant the world and I couldn’t of got through it without you. You know who you are ❤️❤️❤️

A spoken poem. Volume required

My minds waterfall

Thursday photo prompt: Fall #writephoto

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Close my eyes

Take me somewhere

Peaceful and serene

A journey in my mind

Somewhere I’ve never been

 

Eyes are closed

My mind is open

I travel a never-ending hallway

On each side of me

Door after door

How do I pick the right one

to go somewhere I’ve never been before

 

I stop, I stare

I open, I dare

My guide in brilliant light

Welcoming, beckoning

I’m drawn to this ethereal sight

 

He lays his gentle hand on mine

My source, my light

So pure, divine

 

I am standing at the water’s edge

He is gone, but somehow I know he is still watching

The gentle rhythm of the water

It tickles my toes

Drawing me in

Away from life’s shadows

Submerged below this watery inland sea

I see myself from above being led away

Gliding, floating

Calmness

I breathe, closed eyes open, my heart is at play

 

Tranquil in my heady space

I surface, the water barely ripples

I arrive at my landing place

Appreciation fills my closed eyes

Somehow I see everything

The cascading water, the rocky formation

Somehow I hear every little sound

The falling water, splattering

As it hits the lake with a splash

Falling pebbles pat pat

Leaves crackle

Somehow l feel everything

Velvety water cleansing

My heart, my soul

I feel so small

Standing beneath my minds waterfall

 

I am lost within my imagination

My mind engaged in a rapt contemplation

I return, I open my eyes

I have now completed with a happy heart

Today’s meditation