Monthly Archives: November 2019

It’s early morning again and I’m not at my best but I find myself tapping away on the keyboard waiting to feel a bit better. This early morning low feeling is symptomatic of my depression. Apparently, this is common with depression where the day starts in a gloomy mood and picks up throughout the day.Continue reading “Unsubscribed”

Over the last six weeks, I’ve been drinking a lot of tea. Half of one of our kitchen drawers is filled with different types of tea. A lot of it loose leaf tea I’ve collected on my travels. I’m trying to drink my way through teas from Sri Lanka, China and Australia. The Australian TeasContinue reading “Tea and Sympathy”

A blog (shortening of “weblog”) by definition is an online journal. It’s a regularly updated website or web page, typically one run by an individual or small group. It’s written in an informal or conversational style. Blogging apparently is good for you. According to the information I found online there is proof that Journaling is anContinue reading “I’m a Blogger”

  Another early start after a broken night’s sleep. Here I am ready to face another day. Yesterday I had another good day however I am still concerned about my moods. They’re cycling up and down every three to four hours which coincides with when I take my medication. I’m trying to deal with itContinue reading “See-saw up and Down in the Sky and on the Ground.”

This morning I slept in till six. The birds had long been up. Both the Little Wattle Bird and the Red Wattle Bird started the morning with their raucous call. The Eastern Koel was there amongst our fruit trees. I think it’s taken a liking to the Loquat as well as the fruit of theContinue reading “Seeing Through the Clouds”

Compassion (noun) a feeling of deep sympathy and sorrow for another who is stricken by misfortune, accompanied by a strong desire to alleviate the suffering. Is compassion innate or do we learn it? The old nature or nurture dilemma. I believe we learn it. Why, because I have learnt compassion. I was not born withContinue reading “Compassion”

  It’s 4:25am I’m up I can’t go back to sleep. I’m worrying about quilting. I’m worrying about measurements of quilt squares and how many squares I’ll need to make a single bed quilt. Everything in quilting is in inches. I’m worried about wasting fabric. I’m worried about the possibility I’ll have to buy moreContinue reading “Wearing my Heart on my Sleeve.”

I was looking for an image of a heart on a sleeve when I came across this t-shirt. I want one. On second thought I want seven that’s one for every day of the week. Each one a colour of the rainbow. A black one too. No white, I’m a messy eater. This post startedContinue reading “Penguins”

I woke again with the sunrise, it was 5:25. I wish I could sleep in. Sleeping in is usually a sign my depression is lifting. Alas not yet. I have a little routine in the morning to keep me going until the medication kicks in. It helps to keep my anxiety at bay. I shower,Continue reading “Focus or Frenzy”