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Sharing beautiful hellos

This is such a beautiful quote, I had to share it.

Suzy Kassem Quote

For visually challenged readers, the quote reads:

“Each time a person passes by you and you say ‘hello’, imagine that person turning into a candle. The more positivity, love and light you reflect, the more light is mirrored your way. Sharing beautiful hellos is the quickest way to earn spiritual brownie points. You should start seeing hellos as small declarations of faith. Every time you say hello to a stranger, your heart acknowledges over and over again that we are all family.”

Suzy Kassem

Such a touching idea isn’t it? I was always taught to say hello, please and thank you. Especially to neighbours, shopkeepers, bus drivers etc, etc. A little kindness and politeness go a long way. Now that I have my own little one, I am trying to pass that message along. Just last week at a visit to the baker, he rather shyly perused the tempting selection before picking out a gingerbread man as his treat. His big blue eyes watched carefully as the biscuit was tucked carefully into the bag and handed to him. He turned and made his way to the door whilst I was paying, regularly at this point I would say to him, something along the lines of say thank you to the lady but whilst I was sorting my purse, completely unprompted we heard this tiny voice which echoed around the shop:

“Thank you, Lady”.

I think there was a collective awww around the shop from both the girls behind the counter and the queue which had formed behind us. The girl who had served us then told me that little gesture had made her day.

Have you had any hello’s, please or thank you’s lately that have made yours or someone else’s day that little bit brighter?

Originally written in response to:

Take Care.
KL

Little Women and Little Heroes – A Short Story

The gunshots echoed around the room.

“No, no, no……”, a tiny voice shouted into the darkness. “Not Tony, we can’t have lost Tony.”

“Pull it together man. We’ve got to get the rest of the gang to safety. We’ll come back for Tony.”

In two’s the men made their way for cover. Safely in shelter one of them dared to turn on the light.

“Geoff, what are you doing? Do you want us to get caught?”

“Chill, we’re in the all-clear.” In the distance, they could hear glasses clinking, laughter and soft music. Still, it was clear some of the guys were nervous. They’d been caught out before and they knew the repercussions.

“Look we’ll hunker down here for a while. See if we can get one or two of those vehicles started and then head out.”

More laughter drifted through the air towards them, and they heard a door banging in the distance. Ignoring it they focussed on the cars. How many would they need to fit everyone in?

“Alex! James! Get yourselves back to bed this instant!” The bedroom light switched on startling two young boys. In the doorway stood an angry woman with her hands on her hips.

“Mum… It was just getting to the good bit,” Alex whined.

“You’ve already been told. Any more of that nonsense and James will be going home. You know you were only allowed to have a sleepover if you boys went to bed on time.” She walked into the room and removed some of the dolls the boys were playing with.

The boys skulked over to bed, wading through a trail of dolls and cars and toy guns.

“I expect this mess to be cleaned up first thing in the morning, then you can have these back.” His mother said then with a whoosh she switched off the light and closed the door.

“What now?” came a quiet voice in the dark. A dull torchlight appeared under the bedsheets.

“Give them five minutes to get back to their dinner party and we can play again.” “Yea, now we’ve really got to rescue Tony!”  

“She preferred imaginary heroes to real ones, because when tired of them, the former could be shut up in the tin kitchen till called for, and the latter were less manageable.”
She-preferred-imaginary-heroes-to-real-ones: Louisa-May-Alcott – Quote

Originally written in response to:

Take Care.
KL

Life’s a pretty resilient thing.

“There’s no such thing as ruining your life. Life’s a pretty resilient thing, it turns out.”

― Sophie Kinsella, The Undomestic Goddess

When I first saw this quote I was instantly drawn to it. I like Sophie Kinsella’s novels too, light summer holiday reading material so wanted to incorporate it into a post somehow.

Ruining your life and becoming resilient, that’s one of the 7 basic story archetypes. Yet no writing idea was coming to me, so I hit google and found this:

“When is it too late to turn your life around?

Short answer: never. It depends on your drive and willingness to make your future into something you want it to be. You could be 80 and still achieve goals that you doubted you could achieve when you were much younger.

Sure, you might have to reassess certain goals as time goes by and be realistic about what you can and can’t do – physically and mentally – but the potential for a happier and more fulfilling life is always there.

Just remember this: the sooner you get started, the longer you’ll have to reap the rewards of your efforts. There is no time like the present.”

https://www.aconsciousrethink.com/15229/ive-ruined-my-life/

I quite liked that advice too. So here’s my short but sweet contribution it inspired:

Reassess and recreate
Think of all the friends you’ll make.
Overhaul and reclaim
Forget about who was to blame.

Repair or Renew
Take some time to just be you
Revitalize and revive
Soon you’ll be back to thrive.

There's no such thing as ruining your life quotation.
There’s no such thing as ruining your life -quotation.

Originally written in response to:

  • Writer’s Quote Wednesday Writing Challenge (#WQWWC) – Fortitude/Resilience

Take Care.
KL

Friendship Awaits

It was late and cold one starry night

I went to bed and turned on my light

I picked up teddy and snuggled in

Then reached for my book and let the story to begin

Welcome, he cried, the boy in blue

To the world of magic, here just for you.

He slowly reached out and took my hand

Then off we set into the magic land.

Dragons and pirates, gangsters and ghouls

Worst of all the dinner ladies from school!

We were the heroes in all the tales

The champions whom never failed

Despite the fun, I soon wanted home,

The boy in blue agreed it was time to go.

He brought me back to my room,

With the solemn promise – see you again soon.  

Originally written in response to Writer’s Quote Wednesday Writing Challenge (#WQWWC) now hosted by Marsha Ingrao at Always Right. I had originally thought the theme this week was friendship but it’s open choice. I’ve decided to submit this anyway as I loved the quote.

Much Love
KL

When life gives you an unexpected lesson…

So, earlier this year I made the crazy decision to try to be a better version of myself – see post. Now, I’m not a small framed girl and ladies in my family are all very generous in the bust department so running does not come particularly naturally to me. Let’s just say I like the idea of it more than the actual doing… However I am nothing if not stubborn and perseverance kept bringing me back to this, it seemed the perfect work-out I could even listen to an audio-book while I go, right, what can be bad about that?

Arriving home from a stressful day, I decided I could squeeze in a quick jog before my husband arrived home. It was cutting it fine but I could do it. However rummaging around in the room I couldn’t find my usual jogging bottoms that double as dog walking gear so settled on leggings (it’s what other girls wear right). Rummaging further I remembered that the workout shirt I used to wear had decided to part way with any normal colour and I had thrown it out. No problem, I still had that lycra top from the yoga class I took all those years ago – a little tight now and a bit too slinky but it would do the job. Bouncing down the stairs in my new attire I raided the coat stand and finding nothing suitable settled on a short sleeve hoody that again is usually relegated to dog walking on the sunny-but-not-quite-summer days. And I was off…Marylin Monroe - Quote.

Running a reasonable pace (I thought) and all in good time. The top began to get on my nerves, slinking up all the time. Not a massive problem on its own but the leggings also decided they wanted to start slipping down. Fed up with the continual battle I grabbed hold of the waistband and hoicked with all my power and heard a ripping sound. Now although impressed at my strength, it was at this point that I realised that leggings weren’t supposed to make that sound and that on further inspection I was actually wearing black footless tights. To make matters worse my underwear was not black – disaster! The top I was wearing refused to co-operate and cover my bottom and I couldn’t even cover myself with my hoodie as it was one of those silly ones with short sleeves.

The good news is I have never run home so fast in all my life and my heart probably got the best work out it has ever had.

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