Today’s score - 30%

At all times, and especially down times, we must soak in the good stuff as much as possible, however small.  A popular phrase for this just now is “look for the glimmers” which are the antidote to ‘triggers’.

Whilst I’m no big fan of buzz words and fashionable healing, I do buy into this suggestion.  I’m being sucked under rolling waves each day with what my counsellor has explained is a Pandora’s box of grief and trauma.  We’re still to reach the treatment part, just working on the unravelling and understanding.  

Meantime, I’m becoming an accomplished glimmer watcher.  As I write it’s 11pm and a very balmy evening.  Scotland made a little wing-tip touch into a glance of autumn last week, but pulled back hard into summer this week.  Tonight, to cool, my youngest kids (who are adults, but not really because I don’t believe it) ended up outside in the garden.  I’d been ironing and finished up at gone 10.45pm.  I sat on an outside chair and watched them.  She was balanced on a chair taking photographs of the cheesy moon, and he was keeping her company and listening to a recording of his band’s practice ahead of the final competition of the season this weekend.  They were, as always, in their own worlds together.  

I could hear birds in the dead tree next door, fluffing around.  And I could hear rustling in the bush.  It was a very young fox who has been attempting to become part of our family.  He has so far weighed up coming in to the house, and the car, stolen a ghillie brogue and 18 eggs - he took them away one by one in his mouth (cctv showed me) and no mess was left other than three empty boxes.  I’d be angry if he wasn’t so damn handsome.  He simply has no fear, he has a raw confidence of youth and it’s far from me to curb that.  I expect to see him wearing a thick velvet jacket and scarf come winter.  

Glimmers are everywhere if we can peel back our eyes and see.  

Love from 

The room above the garage

A Moodscope member