Territory unknown

in taking the plunge ... on the feelings ... indeed the unexpected happened on dealing in part of what I do not utter about ... 

Back to a little light relief ... And thoughts on achieving more than I supposed to today, yesterday... today instead ... 

Aspects in much

just me myself and this 'ere

the din only seems to yell to me. The misinterpretation to others. It is rare to have any moment understood. The onward journey to divert from this eventuality, and wherever the end that seems far yet comes one day in droves of difference again 

The monatomic surreal 

It takes ages

to enjoy even these items I still have. Unfortunately I lost a lot of dining items in a robbery too (They were scattered and smashed in the process of getting to something else)  .... I do not talk about the robberies or burglaries or car incidents we had. They all happened in another time when the life of someone was far more important 

A sister seeing

via the pictorial communication. A daughter from the photos I might just care to send of a home back in layers lessened ... but messier awhile in this transition mode ... 

A time in veil.

The clothes in season change. The away clothes sitting snug in a suitcase to the declutter mode in clothes too. The layers on me besides in the rhetorical sense of the home. I believe that is not the word I am thinking of. This a flurry of mind active in shifting the sands of time in dust. The muddle in much, including the workings of thyself. 

The ruthless in sentiments. A necklace of a Cornish piskie given by hubby going to a delighted daughter. She has earrings in beauty given me over those years and bits and bobs along this journey already. The time I wore a bit of jewellery. 

I found this ungiven gift meant in gift. Another P.S. I love you moment. 

I have the last piece of jewellery given in real time. That will continue a life journey with me. 

Reverse Psychology

in achievement; only not conducive this time of day. I did a little of the general tidy up. The mess created from decluttering takes a huge dent of daily time. And then their is the daily perpetuals 

I am going with the flow. I require some errands to keep on top of things too. It is these times when you wonder when the last of it is? 

I have a good clear out. I create a mess.. I tidy. Then it starts again. Then time out to eat and all those other functions. 

The seasonal and celebrations. I had hoped to attend the 130 years Sally Army celebration function these evening. I am in the zone of me, myself and I. The next goal of mingling will be in the season of goodwill. I am in the zone of adjustment in quiet. 

This is a ginormous task of dates in reminding. The death. The dying. The sickening. The joyous. The twilight zone of past into present. And my humongous challenge of also clearing my realigning from a clamber in crab movements to using the space to live. 

My daughter noticed I was creating a chamber to keep hold of that time it was ripped apart. Only this year I started the diverse range of light from dark in space in a more fully wrenching it out my life once and for all 

The break of the cycle that became. And to get to achieve to live in the now.    

The layers in seasons

in the remove and I am not talking about the attire we wear. The time stripped back since my much required busman break to kick start the ideas in the en masse in where on earth do I start !!!

Much has been discussed in what I now getting to finally attempt to do