Arthritis Blog 6th March 2024

March already and I am very happy to see the light returning at night. Somedays, those I call arthritic days, I feel old and worn! I feel stiff and tried and have a low mood. I feel that I am not good enough for anything! Louise Hay says that resentment, criticism and...

Arthritis Blog 12th September 2023

Arthritis blog 12th September 2023   August seemed to fly by and suddenly it is September.  It has been the most glorious Indian summer in Scotland with temperatures well up to 24 or 25 degrees centigrade.   There have been some lovely clear calm mornings for me...

Swallows

SWALLOWS   Flying home To the sun’s yellow light To feel it’s easing warmth To hear again the Spanish voices, And savour lilts of the language Remembered.   To bath in the sea And not feel a chill, Or the need to cover up quickly.   To feel the warm air...

7th july 2023

2/7/2023   L’ Hirondelle (The Swallow)   I returned from three weeks in Spain on Tuesday 27th of June.   The weather in Spain was very warm 28-30degrees centigrade every day.  I bathed in the warm calm water of the Mar Menor every day and became used to the...

Summer Sun

Yes we have summer sun still although it is for us in Edinburgh, interspersed with heavy rain and winds.   I had three glorious weeks in my happy place Los Alcazares in Murcia Spain.  Temperature there in late May/early June were reaching 30degrees.  For me this means...

Lightness

Lightness of Spirit   ‘April is the cruellest month ‘  T.S. Eliot.  The Waste Land Yes because for me April seems to tease with a hint of warmer days and then return to the cold and dampness we have come to know of winter and early Spring. I am no doubt biased...

Dancing with Arthritis blog post 13/3/2023

  How to write a blog – just start where you are the voice said. Well today I am ok!  Should I say more?  After a long movement session, which was new to me, on Monday, my arthritic knees felt weak and sore.  On Saturday, Sunday and Monday my joints felt good so...

Sidi Kaouki

Down on the beach a lone camel stands. The seat on his back is empty. At his master’s voice he bends his knees, and sits patiently waiting. His head turned to the surf and the wind.

Marrakech

Scooters and bikes and all the likes. Tuk tuk taxis and motos with carts. Donkeys and barrows and even a horse! In the narrowest streets I have known. Horns hoot and engines roar, Donkeys bay with the constant beat of the heart inside the medina. The Muezzins’ call...