Monday, 19 November 2018

Poetry: Sleep




S ensuous slumber
L ost to the world
E nveloped in blankets
E motionally quiet
P eace at last

Photo Source: Pixabay


Acrostic poem shared with Poetry Pantry and Tuesday Platform

Love KB
x


Saturday, 17 November 2018

Getting Back On The Horse

Recently, I’ve been thinking about my childhood passion. Horses appealed to me from a young age; consequently my parents kindly signed me up for riding lessons when I was a child. Horse riding continued to be a passion until I was about 13 years of age, spending time after lessons at the stables.  Frequently taking care of the unappealing but necessary jobs. Climbing up the horse manure pile and jumping up and down on it to flatten it on a regular basis. Often, the pile was enormous and I'd return home smelling terrible, to my mum's disgust. 

KB's First Riding Lesson


Horse riding was an escape from the world. I found the speed, exhilarating, knowing when to let the horse go and when he needed reining in. The connection you can build with a horse can be amazing.

One beautiful, summer day I rode my favourite horse, Count.  Often high strung but I'd always been able to handle him. Something spooked him and I could feel myself losing control. Galloping towards the road was terrifying because there was nothing I could do but hold on. Count raced across two lanes of traffic before coming to an abrupt stop in front of a red convertible; I can still picture the driver’s face. The driver shook his fist and swore several obscenities at me. I don't blame him as it would have been a shock to see a horse coming out of nowhere.

After I finally calmed down, I said to myself, 'just give yourself a few weeks and you can get back on the horse'. Two years later, a family member surprised me with a riding lesson.  

Lesson day arrived; I was terrified until I saw my pony. He was more like a stubborn old mule really. Everything was going fabulously, I felt confident, and so we decided to try a couple of small jumps. 'This will be fun,' I thought but the stubborn old nag had other ideas.  Pulling up short before the jump; I flew over the top and landed on my head.


Consequently, I was finished with the horses, but lately I’ve been thinking of riding again. Even if it's just the once, so I can say I got back on the horse.

Post bumped up to share with Saturday Critters

Love KB
x





Thursday, 15 November 2018

There's Something About Mary

Today we had a visit from the daughter of our ex neighbour Mary. Mary moved into a retirement home a couple of years ago after she collapsed in her driveway and broke her hip. Luckily  Whitesnake was home that day and went to her rescue. Mary is now 95 years young and enjoying life in her new home. We miss seeing her pottering around in her garden and are looking forward to catching up with her in a couple of weeks time 



This beautiful night sky has been shared with Skywatch Friday


Have a great day


Love KB

x


Tuesday, 13 November 2018

Pretty Mess - Erika Jayne

Shared with Teaser Tuesday and First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros. Please feel free to play along.

Here's my teaser:


There's a fine line between keeping kids totally in the dark and telling them the adult truth. I do't think she got the balance right, and she erred on the side of telling me more than I could handle.



Photo source: Google


First paragraph:


I made my stage debut at the age of five. I was in the St. John The Baptist Kindergarten production of Mrs. Jingle B. It was a Christmas pageant with singing that sounded more like screaming in unison. The dancing looked like a bunch of drunk bunny rabbits trying to find their way home after a bender.



There is a new post regarding my health and wellness journey too...

An Insightful CBT Session

Love KB
x




Thursday, 8 November 2018

Poetry: Message In A Bottle



Photo Source: Pixabay



Message in a bottle
Swept away by the sea
Secrets held within
Dreams of you and me



Message in a bottle
Tossed to and fro
Emotions hidden inside
Ensnared, nowhere to go



Message in a bottle
Washed up on the shore
Waiting to be found
Love lost no more



Message in a bottle
Read and set free
Never to be trapped again
Our dreams of you and me
 
 
 

Shared with Poetry Pantry and Tuesday Platform



Wednesday, 7 November 2018

Teaser Tuesday - The Outsider by Stephen King

Teaser Tuesday is a weekly meme hosted by The Purple Booker. Please feel free to play along.

• Grab your current read
• Open to a random page
• Share two (2) “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page
• BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS! (make sure that what you share doesn’t give too much away! You don’t want to ruin the book for others!)
• Share the title & author, too, so that other TT participants can add the book to their TBR Lists if they like your teasers! Everyone loves Teaser Tuesday• Grab your current read

Here's my teaser: 

"How did I get back upstairs?"Jeannie asked. "Did he...please tell me he didn't carry me after I passed out."

Author: Stephen King

Title: The Outsider 



I'm reading the same book as last week but it does have many pages. A real spooky read!

Happy reading

Love KB
x

Friday, 2 November 2018

Acrostic Poetry - Tradition

Going to the beach for the Christmas holidays is a popular tradition in New Zealand.

Photo source: Pixabay



Toes in the sand

Restless minds begin to calm

Another lazy day

Diving into the ocean

Imagination abounds

Toasted marshmallows

Intoxicating moonlight

Open fire to dance around

Nourishment for the soul



Shared with Poetry Pantry




Have a fantastic weekend my friends

Love KB
x


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