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2014-07-09 14.42.48
blue sky, clouds of cotton
kayaks & kites
paddling in icy water squeals of shock & joy.
warm sand inbetween toes.
breeze carrying the smell of the sea and thrum of engines out in the firth.
grounded.
happy.
secure.

Serenity Give-Away

Serenity Give-Away.

Theladywillow's Blog

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw synset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

Im not going to preach, but please do not bully people into displaying a poppy on their timeline (on Facebook & Twitter) or their lapel. It’s a personal choice. Lets observe Armistice Sunday in whichever way we are comfortable with. Whether its at a public service or at home with private memories. Lest…

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Last night for the eleventybillionth time social media got on its high horse because a “newspaper” published an outrageous headline. Thats what the print media do print something to attract your attention and entice you to buy a copy.  I am heartily sick of the “jumping on a bandwagon and being offended” brigade that has insidiously taken over on the two networks I use most frequently. This has lessened my enjoyment of using Twitter (and yes even Facebook), not the extent that I’d delete the accounts but enough for me to consider a break away. (as if I could stay away!)
There has been a mooted boycott of advertisers in the offending publication which sounds worthy and reasonably simple until you do further investigation into  companies X,Y and Z and realise the have links to companies A, B & C as well as the rest of the alphabet! This was highlighted in a post on Facebook about marriage equality at the weekend listing everyday companies who supported equality for those people saying they would boycott anyone who openly stated they were pro marriage equality. Proved to be a long list. A very long list making it nigh on impossible to truly avoid products or services. See photo below.

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Before anyone goes off on one yes it is a list of North American companies but its an example of how difficult a complete boycott could be. Cutting off your nose to spite your face?
Anyway that was a little off topic. The main bugbear about the internet shitstorm (yes that is the technical term) from last night was to do with the continual rt’s of the front page. Why provide the daily Fail with further free yes FREE publicity? Yes the headline was shocking and ill informed. But do we really have to react like middle aged victorian ladies about it all? And can we expect anything less of the Fail to adopt that style of “journalism”? I mean really?
Hence the title of the blog Indignation IS getting boring.

Oh and don’t get me started on spoilers for TV shows! Really,just DON’T.

I have been asked to write a guest blog by a Twitter friend and I’m racking my brains as to what to write about. I’ve changed mind so many times in the last couple of days it’s like I’m an eight year old hyped up on haribo and fruit shoots! 

Suggestions are sought and will be given serious consideration. Thanks.

Love and Majicks

willow xxx

Life Is Sweet.

I’ve not blogged in a long time. A VERY long time and this has preyed on mind. Life has improved for me in so many ways. But mainly on the relationship front.
Thanks to a simple Follow Friday post from a friend I was introduced to my partner/boyfriend whatever you want to call it. We chatted online (as you do) and got to know one another. I will admit to being wary after the disaster of the previous man. But I kicked myself up the arse and started to flirt more and more and a bit more! When I was down he’d make some sort of awful pun and put a smile on my face.
Numbers were exchanged and the flirting went from dm’s to texts and loooooing phonecalls! One in.particular lasted five hours! We spent a few days together after Christmas and the deal was sealed! Oi mind out of the gutter gentle reader!!! (dirty beasts) I mean we were officially a couple. 😀
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Thats us (he’s the one on the left of frame!) so meet Kenneth (as his mother calls him) my lovely funny caring boyfriend. The photo was taken on his sisters wedding day. Yes I’m really wearing a frock! Although my legs were hidden by leggings.
His family have welcomed me into their fold and of that I’m grateful. I feel very blessed just now. Lets see where life takes me next.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw synset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

Im not going to preach, but please do not bully people into displaying a poppy on their timeline (on Facebook & Twitter) or their lapel. It’s a personal choice. Lets observe Armistice Sunday in whichever way we are comfortable with. Whether its at a public service or at home with private memories. Lest We Forget.

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How many of us have read magazine articles about folks who have been lead up the garden path romantically and thought “there for the grace of buddha/the goddess go I” ?
Go on admit it we all have and then wondered how they could be so gullable? Quite easily as it happens. Sadly I have been duped by someone recently and am kicking myself for being taken in so easily.
A few short weeks ago I started a relationship of sorts with a man who seemed too good to be true. Funny, warm, interested in what I had to say great eh? We spent a weekend together and laughed talked enjoyed each others company so far so good. He returned home and the banter continued and there was talk of me travelling to see him. Alarm bells should have started to go when that was recieved with an cool response but I dropped the matter, early days and all that. So within 2 weeks  I recieved a “Dear Shona” email don’t want a relationship blah blah we live too far apart blah blah… I was gutted but not upset well not that upset truth be told but I’m not a daft wee lassie to pine anymore, in fact I’ve womaned up!! But recent events on the twittersphere have proved that this “lovely warm caring” guy is a liar im the purest sense of the word. I’m not the only person who has fallen prey to this man. At this time I’m rattled and angry that I’ve been taken for a fool. Thankfully I have good friends who have guided me through the convaluted details of his latest victim who sadly was more affected by his actions. My sympathies are with her and I hope that she comes out of this a better and stronger person.
Has this put me off internet dating? Yes for a while at least. I was also on the verge of leaving my beloved twitty because of all of this, but (un)common sense has prevailed!! I will tweet with my usual level of insanity as normal you will be happy/dismayed (delete where applicable) to know.
Perhaps I’m too trusting and take people at face value but thats the way I am and I don’t think I can change that but I will certainly be much more wary of people. I hope that my twitty experience is still going to be fun and that due to this “Walter Mitty” I don’t lose too many friends. 
If by some strange twist  the man involved sees this I have one thing to say, karma baby!

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After a bout great mehness and a stinking cold/chill I took a wee road trip with my best friend Claire to Pitlochry. We visited an old school friend of Claires’ that she hadn’t seen for 20
years and as I had cancelled a “naughty knicker party” in my malaise Claire asked me if I wanted to go along, I jumped at the chance. I hadn’t been to Pitlochry in years *has daft expression on face* went with on a dirty weekend with a bloke I was seeing way back then! Never telling that story, so don’t ask!!!!!
We headed north around 9ish and got to our destination just after 10.30pm to be greeted by Vashti & her daughter Emily. Bearing in mind this is a friend from “back in ‘Nam” as Claire says that didn’t know me from Edna we were greeted with squealing, laughter & huge hugs. I hope I don’t come across as too hippydippy but the moment I stepped into the house I felt I was supposed to be there. I should add Claire brought her youngest daughter with her to meet Vashti & Emily,her daughter’s name is Emily (possibilities for confusion dispensed with as they were quickly named Wee Emily & Big Emily or by late yesterday Emily 1 and 2.)
Tea’s Coffee’s & a voddie & bru for the hostess sorted. the business of Claire & Vashti reconnecting properly began. Cue more laughter & do you remember….? it was a privilege to see these women just fall into their friendship as though they had seen each other just the week before. I always marvel at the way true friendships pick up as if there had been no break in communication so naturally and unforced.
During the getting to know you conversations I found that Vashti was not just A Buffy & Angel obsessive ( like moi) she was also a Wiccan (something I have a great affinity to as a spiritual base) and she is teaching her gorgeous wee girl the old ways too! )O( Blessed be the Goddess in my heart sang at that news!!! )O(
During the conversation it turns out that both Vashti & Claire have psychic gifts. The energy being thrown out by them was intense, it was almost palpable. Hairs on back of neck, goosebump raising but not at all scarey. You may not believe in these things but I do and it was incredible.
Claire gave me a healing by laying on of hands on a problem area I have and it has helped it greatly then out of the ether she said “Your mum says to stop beating your self up about whats happened the last 2 years”. That hit me for six and I fled the room! Again you can be sceptical if you wish but the way it was said and the expression on her face meant I knew it was true it was my mum looking at me right. There were tears so many tears but the relief and joy that it brought to me is indescribable.
The most important person to me told me that she cared even if she wasn’t with me any more!! You really don’t know what that means to me. Once I got my head ( and heart) round that and I returned to the kitchen Vashti also had a message for me, boy the spirit world was giving me an asswhupping that night! My reaction wasn’t so extreme but the peace that it gave me was wonderful. So you can see why I said it felt like I was supposed to be there when I arrived.
If the title of this post has puzzled you it’s a Robert Burns poem and as family we all love the Highlands especially mama & papa Stewart.

and breathe….


I can relax again, mentally and bodily relax. For two reasons the first being I’m free of Dementors. My patronus worked at last! It took the corporeal form of a new sim card for my phone, but at least I dont have to dread the text symbol appear anymore. Ironically when I went to purchase said sim card I did spot her waiting to cross the road. Even stranger was after frankly abusive and childish texts from 2 days earlier, she discovered her shoes were infinately more fascinating than anything else. Go figure!
The second reason I am able to relax is that the housing bods at my L.A. have decided that I can remain in my flat for a while longer. Up to nine months if not longer than that. I wept at that news yesterday. Big honest to goodness tears of joy and relief. So a bit of security and breathing space for me to get my life in order.
Oh and I am going to a gig next month, all by myself never done that before. Eek!
… and breathe…