My princess plan?

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Once upon a time in a land far away lived a princess. This little princess loved to sing and dance and she dreamed the most amazing dreams. She lived with her head in the clouds and didn’t believe that bad things really happened. Until one day a little thing called life made her open her eyes and see the darkness that she feared so desperately. She looked long and hard and she saw that the darkness was actually living inside some people too.

In fear of what she suddenly saw, all of her dreams, all of her plans, all of her hopes now had to be hidden. She no longer danced her happy-dance and the songs from her heart she only sang while alone. She became a sad little princess, locked away in her tower. Afraid of the pain from all those crushed hopes. She would venture out into the land but only when wearing a mask. A mask she created from bits of thought and elements of loops that she had stored away in her mind.

Then one day her Prince turned up. He wasn’t on a magnificent charging white stallion, galloping his way through fire breathing dragons. No, He was on a donkey and heading for His last meal with His friends before being betrayed by one of them with a kiss. He wasn’t going to cut down the thorns growing around her heart which isolated her in her tower. But, He would wear a piercing crown of thorns, be humiliated and spat on then die on a wooden cross showing His love in self sacrifice.

She knew her Prince, she recognised His voice. The voice she remembered from the time she sang heart songs. He spoke gentle words of unconditional love and acceptance. He said to this crushed and broken princess, “In this world you will have trouble, but take heart I have overcome the world.” He promised He would always be there, she would never be alone again and He gave her back her hope. He replaced her happy-dance, He opened up her heart so she could love again. Now that little princess is learning to be herself. Who she is created to be, fearfully and wonderfully made.

This is my story, this is my song, praising my saviour all the day long.

A break from my fairy tale.

I have been thinking on this post for a week now, I had a shutdown after reading a post on positive thought, who’d have guessed? It was far too challenging for me, I don’t think it was meant to be. I’ll share why.

This is part of my Journal entry.

Today I read something that really challenged me.

The post said to visualise where you see yourself in fifteen years time. Then only bring into your life experiences that reinforce that plan. My first thought was, I hope I’m still alive in fifteen years time. The early deaths in my family have made me feel it will happen to me too. So I don’t really make any plans for me. I prepare my kids for life and try to find answers for my future Grandchildren, just in case any of them are like me. I didn’t realise I was doing this but I do really need to think about why and how to change it. It’s not healthy thinking.

I think one of the reasons why I am constantly telling people how I feel about them is because I want them to know how important they are to me in case I die. I know that me telling people I love them makes some people feel uncomfortable but I really don’t need them to say anything back. I just feel the need to tell them they are special, we are all special, we are all unique.

So…how do I see myself in 15 years?

1. I like the idea of being healthy and being able to walk.

2. I like the idea of being peaceful and having healthy deep friendships.

3. I like the idea of still being in love with my husband and having a nice, peaceful, cosy home.

4. I like the idea of being a cool Grandma who has her Grandchildren for weekends.

5. I like the idea of travelling around the world and meeting my friends.

So this is my princess plan,

Anything that is not really me, after praying and seeking advice. If it does not balance in who I want to be, it doesn’t need to be added to my experience of life. I had stopped making plans because the plans I made had been destroyed by other people. Or I found that I was living another persons plans and making them mine in a hope of acceptance. I know we can never really plan what life has in store, but what I was doing gave me no hope at all. I am only 42 years of age, my mind has been refreshed. Yes, life is fragile and we need to live each day, we need to enjoy each day to the full. Having hope in our tomorrows and sharing the love we have to give.

The post I read helped me so very much,

Because from my shutdown I Listened through the Loops and found my peace.

Photos from my walk Tuesday morning.

Where I prayed and processed all I was feeling.

Silent Sunday

Matthew 6:25-34 (MSG)

Verse 26

Look at the birds, free and unfettered, not tied down to a job description, careless in the care of God. And you count far more to him than birds.

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I just love a bit of passion!

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Hello my lovely Bloggy friends,

Did the title grab you? Aren’t you just dying to know where this is going? Are you asking yourself, “Why is Lisa now talking about passion, she usually talks about Autism stuff or God. She usually babbles or writes a poem. Or goes really quiet and then comes back with some art and loads of thoughts to ponder on.”

Yes…I know I do. (Giggle)

Isn’t that just a wonderful thing?! I mean a really, REALLY WONDERFUL THING!!! I actually know now that I have a pattern and it is JUST the pattern I need.

My title…”I just love a bit of passion!”

Let’s look at what Wiki says passion means shall we?

Because let’s face it, society and the media have turned it into something it’s not.

Passion

Passion (from the Ancient Greek verb πάσχω (paskho) meaning to suffer) is a term applied to a very strong feeling about a person or thing. Passion is an intense emotion compelling feeling, enthusiasm, or desire for something.

The term is also often applied to a lively or eager interest in or admiration for a proposal, cause, or activity or love – to a feeling of unusual excitement, enthusiasm or compelling emotion, a positive affinity or love, towards a subject. It is particularly used in the context of romance or sexual desire though it generally implies a deeper or more encompassing emotion than that implied by the term lust.

My thoughts and inspiration today

I just dropped *AJ off at college and on the way we were chatting and I was explaining to him about my perception of pain. I was explaining how because my sensory system doesn’t always tell me I am in pain by the time I realise I am past the point that pain killers would have dulled.

He is a very loving boy, he’s 18 now that’s still very young even though he is a man. I was also explaining to him about how females see things very differently to males and my understanding of this. I also mentioned a little of my teen years and how I didn’t understand the feelings, emotions, fears and pain I felt. I didn’t understand that other people saw things differently. We always talk best in the car do me and my boy.

His words to me were, “Mom you analyse everything do you realise this?” I giggled and said, “Yep, I do son and that’s a good thing for me because in analysing I then learn to understand. If I would have known I did this as a kid I might have been able to have used it to build a career.”

I have to strip things down to the roots and I love to find the spark at the core.

“Obsession” to me is a negative word

It is a trigger word for me, I have written about this in an older post.

The word passion is more what I see when others say I obsess. I love that I can get lost in trying to find answers. I love that my tangents take me to places others will never find. I love that I can see things in pictures and find puzzles in words. I love that those puzzles then inspire me to be me. My mind is a playground of joy and light, it fills me with energy when I let my neurons dance. In being me I find compassion deep within to love and respect the passions of others. Passion is who I am if I allow myself to be me. I allow myself to be me when I see me as God sees me and not how I see me.

So…my lovely friends when you let your neurons dance, who are you?

Love and hugs. Lisa. xx

My reading from this morning.

Romans 8:28-39

More Than Conquerors

And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose. For those God foreknew he also predestined to be conformed to the likeness of his Son, that he might be the firstborn among many brothers. And those he predestined, he also called; those he called, he also justified; those he justified, he also glorified.

What, then, shall we say in response to this? If God is for us, who can be against us? He who did not spare his own Son, but gave him up for us all—how will he not also, along with him, graciously give us all things? Who will bring any charge against those whom God has chosen? It is God who justifies. Who is he that condemns? Christ Jesus, who died—more than that, who was raised to life—is at the right hand of God and is also interceding for us. Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword? As it is written:

“For your sake we face death all day long;

we are considered as sheep to be slaughtered.”

No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

Kitten update, week two

Hello my lovely Bloggy friends,

The kittens are doing fine, they are filling out and have lovely fat little bellies. Also their eyes have opened this week and they have started to crawl about looking curiously at the world around them. Angel moved the kittens from the cat basket to my chair. This was fine but once their eyes opened they started to move around I got a little worried they might fall onto the hard concrete floor. So, I have moved the chair out of the conservatory and given them a much bigger box. She is happy with this, very happy actually she told me so.

Plus I have my chair back, so it’s happy-dancing all round. Without my chair I find it hard to be still and get down time. So yep, it’s definitely happy-dancing all round.

Angel is doing fine also,

She is very settled in our home now and I have started to leave the conservatory door open for her so she can get used to the house and the rest of the family. She came and spent about 30 minutes lying on the floor in the living room the other day but then spotted Jack the Goldfish in his bowl, with no lid. (YIKES)

We are making plans to bring the aquarium back into the house and will be setting it up as a cold water tank to stop the cats having Jack for breakfast.

My Auntie is going to have the smallest kitten

It looks like a girl to me, I could be wrong, but I don’t think so after all the kittens and cats I have had. Saying that though, I do have a female cat called Barny so it’s not set in stone. My Aunt has called her kitten Scarlet, so let’s hope I’m correct this time. I must say she has picked the most vocal of the litter…hehehe.

That’s good actually my Auntie is very vocal too…..(Love you Auntie Bubble)

A couple of the kittens have developed a little bit of an eye infection but it’s nothing too serious and cooled boiled water is doing the trick. If it doesn’t clear up by next week I’ll pop them down to the vet.

Oh yes…I have decided to take on a carpentry project

I come from a long line of carpenters and dressmakers so I have had loads of experience with both and have decided to make a kitten tower. I priced them up and OMGOSH what a rip off, why pay that when you can make it yourself.

I have it down to these two that I like. One is kind of stylish and the other looks fun and cosy. Not sure which direction to go in yet and I will probably create something that looks nothing like any of these. We will have to wait and see won’t we?!

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Enjoy these few photo, love and hugs. Lisa. xx

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An *AJ moment, my boy and his Pokémon

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Before I start this post I will first tell you that I have asked my *AJ for permission to share this blast from the past, and his words were, “Well I was only seven, it’s not like I was thirteen or something!” I’ll take that as permission… wouldn’t you?

We have had a fun day today

I took my girl *CAL to my Auntie’s to do some pottery, *CAL is currently making a Chao with clay. A Chao (for those who don’t already know) is a cute little characters from Sonic the Hedgehog.

*CAL LOVES all things Sonic, it’s her thing.

The image is what *CAL’s Chao will look like once it has been fired and glazed. We got home quite late this evening and after settling *CAL down I had to do what Mom has to do.

Did you know that most nights I am TEEN- TAXI?

Tonight I was dropping off *AJ’s lovely girlfriend and as we got into the car I heard *AJ chatting about the wonderful excitement he would experience as a child when opening a new pack of Pokémon cards, and finding a shiny. This brought back some lovely memories of my baby boy and his beloved Pokémon trading card collection. Him sitting there on the floor for hours and hours lining them up in different groups and chatting away to his little self. My Mom would buy him 3 new packs a week and she even brought back some limited additions when she went on holiday abroad. They were all shiny and *AJ ran around the house, jumping from sofa to sofa too excited to control his little body. I’m smiling thinking about it, such a cute little boy.

*CAL was born 8 days after *AJ 7th Birthday

I had to have a C-section and couldn’t drive for 8 weeks. But as soon as I could we needed to get to Mothercare. I was so convinced during pregnancy that *CAL was going to be a boy I had no girl things at all. I spent days crying about this, it upset me so much seeing my pretty little girl in blue dinosaur jump suits. My Mom actually went out and brought loads of pink things from the charity shop to try to stop me crying. That’s a whole different story anyway…I’m babbling again, I’ll write a post on that another time.

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*AJ was extremely passionate about Pokémon

He didn’t go ANYWHERE without his deck of trading cards. He talked nonstop Pokémon, he memorised all the details on every card. Back then, with the original Pokémon, there were only 151 to collect. There are 649 to collect now…that’s a whole lot of Pokémon!

*AJ had a deck of about 200 cards

He had them in order by type, he had many doubles but he kept them for swapping. He carried them with an elastic band wrapped around them and he hardly ever put them down.

On this day I said to him, “Son, Mommy is going to be very busy in this shop looking for things for the baby, can you leave your Pokémon cards in the car?” At these words *AJ’s top lip over lapped the bottom one and the tears started to well up in his eyes. I thought to myself….oh no here we go again! I knew if I wanted to even attempt to get any shopping he needed his security blanket (AKA Pokémon) I wasn’t feeling very well and I had learned after seven years to pick my battles wisely, was it worth it I needed to get things for *CAL? I hadn’t got long before her next feed, the thought of making *AJ actually sit still in a baby changing area while I fed her wasn’t at all attractive.

“Tell you what son, we’ll take them but you must really, really look after them, because if you lose them I can’t afford any more.”

Yes…you guessed correctly

*AJ put the cards down while playing with some toys in the store and we never found them again. We spoke to the manager of the store, we filled in forms in case someone handed them in, we wrestled with all the crying and managed to somehow get my little boy back to the car. Don’t forget this was only 8 weeks after having a section, I wasn’t quite strong enough for this….yet.

He sobbed all the way home bless him

He couldn’t sleep that night for crying, he stopped talking the next day and lost his appetite. He cried all of the second night and still wouldn’t talk. I remember phoning my Mom up really worried because he just looked so very drained and she told me to tell *AJ that Nanny was going to buy him some new cards. I told him and he smiled but still looked so distant and lost in his thoughts.

Three days of being totally shutdown

My Mom turned up and gave *AJ £40 to spend on new cards. This would not replace all of them but it would give him enough to start talking again. I put another £20 to that and we went out that day to get my little boy his voice back.

I know this seems insane to some people who do not live everyday in a spectrummy world. Spending money on a card collection for a seven year old child when we really didn’t have that money to spend. But parents of ASD kids will totally know where I am coming from with this. When you witness your child going from his wonderful happy little self to a withdrawn, emotionless, almost non-verbal child. You watch him sitting staring, not eating or drinking and not even interested in playing or watching his favourite TV show or film. When you have sat rocking him three nights in a row, not able to sleep yourself while also nursing a new born baby. Just waiting until he is so tired from the sobbing his body gives in. Spending that £60 was like buying him medicine to bring him back to being himself and I would do exactly the same again if I had to.

We sat under the town clock

We listened to the church bells ringing, my boy and me sat on the wall beneath the town clock with a bag of freshly cooked doughnuts. This was the first thing he had eaten properly in three days. We had gone into Woolworths and bought so many packs of cards we got funny looks off the people in the queue, but I didn’t care. I saw the light coming back into my boys eyes, and the words forming on his lips, I saw the colour coming back into his little face.

He unwrapped the shiny foil on each pack his little hands were shaking with excitement. He named each card as he unwrapped them, so sweet on my ears hearing him have words again. Only days before I had said to Mr Locoman, “How do we get him to talk about something other than Pokémon all the time?”

It’s a lesson I will never forget,

I felt so relieved to hear those numbers, names, types, powers, abilities being recited. I had not realised at the time what a massive role these Pokémon cards had played in my boys life. They became an amazing learning tool, I learned to smile at my boy and his Pokémon talk, my child who only spoke Pokémon. I believe it was these cards that helped *AJ in his love for Maths and History the subjects he went on to study.

He is just completing his A levels now in Advanced Maths, History and Business Studies. His love for Pokémon lasted quite some time and *CAL too has enjoyed having his hand me down special interest.

*AJ collected many things throughout his childhood, I wrote a post quite some time ago about some of the wonderful things he grew to love.

Here is the link… You Know how we love to Collect…!

Each collection he has learned and grown through, there has always been a way to use his special interest to help him.

I never forgot those three day, they taught me such a lot.

Love and hugs everyone.

Lisa. xx

Still pondering on EFD (Executive Function Disorder)

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Hello my lovely Bloggy friends,

“The greatest weapon against stress is our ability to choose one thought over another.”

~William James

I read this quote and thought, “HOW?”

How do you choose one thought over another when there are so many. Very often it seems to me that the thought we follow is the one that nags the loudest.

But that is not always the best one to follow. It might not even be my own thought looping away in there. It could just be someone elses thoughts, feelings, opinions. This is in my head, it’s how my brain thinks. I know now that I am Aspie. I don’t know how others think but I’m guessing that most can choose one thought over another naturally, or with less effort, not so much stress and it’s not draining.

I am a big believer in journaling.

I have many journals for my many thoughts, feeling, inspirations and moods. I can’t always journal in the same way. I write lists, I keep reflections, I listen through my loops to my poetic ramblings. I write prayers and letters and I also express through my art, through quotes and lyrics when I have no words of my own.

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The prefrontal lobe carries what is called the Executive Functioning skills. These skills allow us to attend to what is important, inhibit our impulses, and use forethought to evaluate possible effects of our behaviour before acting. It also allows us to break a task down, evaluate options, plan and organize a course of action. These skills also allow us to hold our plans in short memory while we carry out our course of action. Executive function is the “conductor” telling the rest of the brain how to work together to appraise, evaluate, and execute action. Without it we could not function in day to day living.

“Attend to what is important”

Executive Function Disorder causes me to get what is important all confused. Everything is important and somewhat overwhelming a lot of the time in my head.

As a small child with my family I knew who I could ask what I needed to do and when it needed to be done. My Mom was NeuroTypical (NT) and loved me unconditionally. Once I started school the confusion got so bad I cried because I didn’t want to go, but I didn’t understand why I didn’t want to go. By the time I started secondary school my anxiety went through the roof, I could hardly read, my hand writing was terrible and the classes I was in were full of bullies.

The William James quote is very true

Our greatest weapon against stress is the ability to choose one thought over another. But if the brain has less ability to do this, from what I can see it needs to be trained other ways, external ways to do this.

I started journaling in 1996

The exact date, 21st April, I know this because it was the day I got baptised and the day I started to let God help me to see what was important. I started to look to Jesus. I had always had Jesus as my friend, but now He had become my teacher too. I started reading my Bible and writing down what it spoke to me.

Those closest to me know from experience

I can’t always stop my brain from stressing about things that I believe to be important. Irrational fears can completely take over my thinking. When that happens it is all I can talk about, write about, pray about until I shutdown then I can’t talk at all. I said to my closest NT friend the other day, “When I am going into shutdown all I need to know is that you hear me, you love me and you won’t go away. You don’t have to find words to make me feel better, I just need to let it out and get through my process.”

I’m writing this down for this reason

I know that everyday my blog is read by many people. Some leave comments, but many don’t. I know that there are Aspies and parents of children on the spectrum all looking to find connection, answers, comfort, support, friendship, and to not feel alone. Every story is important because we never know what will pull things together bringing hope, comfort and healing to another. For me, sharing is like my therapy it brings me healing when I write what has been hidden for so long.

For those reading who also live in a spectrummy world

I know that if I would have found my passion as a teen, if I would have had the confidence to be me and have hobbies. If I would have only had a little self belief and did what was on my heart to do. If I would have known why I felt so alone and so very different. If I would have met other teens like me. Then maybe, just maybe I wouldn’t have gone through the pain of rejection, dejection, isolation, anxiety, abuse, self abuse and constant fear of loss. If what I write helps just one person then it’s worth me sharing.

Being able to write my thoughts down, learning to prioritise and assess.

I couldn’t do this as a child, so I always felt so very out of things. Friendships were so complicated and painful and consumed every minute I was at school. I cried that much about feeling alone that I got to a point where I just stopped crying. I stopped caring about me because it was the only way to function. I find it very sad now to think back to all those years I spent with no tears because I switched off to myself.

I just did, I stopped asking questions

I chose not to listen to who I was, I chose not to listen to how I felt. I just accepted that I was worth nothing and I believed that the world was a bad place. I found my escape in video games, heavy metal music, TV and nail polish.

Early intervention is key

Special interests are passions for every Aspie, child or adult. We connect, express and have hope through what we feel inside of us. Being able to share what excites us helps us to feel complete. Having love and acceptance for who we are makes all the difference and helps us to show love in return.

I know for myself that EFD and SPD make me impulsive.

I can’t stop my body even when my brain is saying, “First you need to do this Lisa.” The loops will not stop and if I am stopped from having an interest, a passion, I switch off and do nothing. I do know however, with the right type of person helping me, or knowing God is directing me my interests can be expanded on. Also I am learning to plan so I don’t keep getting sidetracked, or stuck in my flow activities.

My Bloggy friend Lori put it this way (This is a link to Lori’s Blog)

“I lose myself in the maze of my mind on a regular basis.”

Excellent quote, I love it! Thanks lori

As an Adult Aspie and Mom to Aspies

I have found ways of directing my children’s special interests. I have expanded their special interests and helped them set achievable goals. Once they show a passion I find a way to help that passion grow and become a means to help them.

Yes…I spend a lot of time researching.

Yes…it is hard when I am dyslexic.

But my kids are worth every second, as I am sure every Mom to an ASD child will agree.

Love and hugs.

Lisa. xx

A link to what I have so far on EFD, I’m still pondering on it all. If anyone else has written posts about this and would like to share please leave your links in my comments and I can add them to this post. Thank you.

Executive Function Disorder and the Senegal Parrot

Links on EFD written by my friends.

Executive functioning and visual aids.

You Down With EFD? (Executive Functioning Disorder)

Kitten update, week one

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Hello my lovely Bloggy friends,

As promised here is my Wednesday weekly update on our new kittens. With photos and a short video. I also would like to tell you a little about Angel.

Angel was dumped in my porch,

She was already expecting when someone decided we would be a better home for her. People can be so kind can’t they. I already had too many cats at the time so I put her in a cat carrier and took her to a local animal housing (not saying which one) they told me to leave her where I found her and don’t feed her. I live on a main road and she was dumped in my porch. Thanks for the help.

I tried this for a while…

I left the porch door open and she didn’t go anywhere. She went out for a little while and then fell asleep on the top of my camping trailer. I tried putting her in the back garden for a while because I didn’t want her by the main road, we are on a bus route, she still didn’t go anywhere. She decided she wanted to live with us. Her first litter was three ginger tom cats. We named them Garfield, Sammy and Mr Tink. Then Angel disappeared.

She came back months later with another belly full of kittens.

But as cat lovers know in those few months cats can turn if they are not around humans. She had turned feral and she didn’t want to be in the home. She had this litter under a neighbours shed and I didn’t get to see them until she brought them home for solid food. These kittens were never handled and were found homes by the cats protection league.

I have been encouraging Angel to spend more time indoors

I feel very privileged that she has become so trusting of me. She sits on my lap and gets brushed every afternoon while I get my quiet time and she has no problem with me holding her babies. While I was in the garden yesterday, I was disinfecting the litter tray and sorting out my dogs when Angel sneaked out. She had already eaten so I was a little worried she would run off. I have had to bottle feed kittens in the past it really is no fun at all, they are constantly hungry. I was so pleased that she just came over to me and waited for me to call her back in.

We are hoping she stays around this time and we can take her to the vets once these kittens are on solids. The two kittens I am holding we have called Gingy and PIB.

Enjoy the photos from this week.

Love and hugs.

Lisa. xx

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Just wanted to say “Hello!” :)

Hello my lovely bloggy friends,

First of all I must apologise for being absent from bloggyland for a week. I have read very few blogs and have been terrible at answering my comments. I am so sorry.

I have absolutely no excuse other than being terribly distracted by my own thoughts, feelings, and well life basically.

I still don’t know quite what went on with me, it was like another one of those mouse meltdowns.

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Ready & waiting for the mouse!

All I can say is I feel I am out of it now

I have taken safety measures (I know my own brain reasonably well) and hidden all negative feed from my fb, twitter and youtube. I know that the more negative I absorb the more confused I get. So as this may seem a little drastic to some, for me it is totally necessary. If I want to sleep and function as a human. Yes the Alienhippy is actually human believe it or not!

Anyway, while I was gone…

I did everything I could to find me again and ground myself. Communication is the first thing to fail when I am like this and I can only really share with very few people, even then I panic about everything I say.

So, what did the Alienhippy do this time?

I did lots of flow activities, I connect best and process quicker if I let myself be me!

First of all I got a little passionate “obsessed” on Executive Function Disorder (EFD)

Here is a link to my other blog where I store things until my brain connects my loops and tangents.

Executive Function Disorder and the Senegal Parrot

Also I have been spending a lot of time with my little *CAL and our pets.

I will update on Angel’s new kittens tomorrow.

The other thing I will share is…

I LOVE PHOTOBUCKET!!!

I spent quite some time messing with some photos and altering them the other day.

I really enjoyed making some quick art and changing the look of some old family photos.

Also distorting and adding abstract to some other photos too.

Here are a few I thought I would share with you.

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AND…last thing to share.

This is going to be my new painting project, I have always fancied adding some spray paint and this is calling me to do just that.

I am going to paint it on a piece of board and I am hoping to make it about 4ft by 3ft.

Mr Locoman is also fine about it being hung in the front room, if it turns out ok.

YAY! YAY! YAY! It’s a tree and not a train.

Hello my friend, my special place

I’ll be back tomorrow with a kitten update.

Love and hugs.

Lisa. xx

I know it’s not Wordless Wednesday…but!

Hello my lovely Bloggy friends,

I know it’s not Wordless Wednesday but I had to share this photo.

This is my cat Angel with her new kittens. There are five all together, one ginger and 4 black.

There was six in the litter but one of them died, poor little thing.

They were born on Wednesday night at around 7:30pm.

I have decided that I am going to update on their growth on Wednesdays.

Of course I will add photos, maybe even videos. I might bore you all to death with cat stories too!

I’m not promising I will be wordless on Wednesdays.

If you fancy a read on a little of my cat history here is an old post, it is one of my favourites.

Just reminded me

Love and hugs.

Lisa. xx

Angel and her babies

Hello my friend, my special place (poem)

Hello my lovely bloggy friends,

This is a poem I wrote exactly a year ago, I was reminded of this poem yesterday and today I decided to repost it, after receiving comments on it. I do love sitting under my Oak tree, it’s one place I know I can go, take a pen and pad, be still, listen through my loops, be myself and find peace.

My Special Place

Hello my friend, my special place.

by Alienhippy

Hello my friend, I need to speak

I know that you don’t mind

Embrace me when I’m feeling weak

And comfort I will find

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Your strength is like no other

Your stillness, calm and sweet

We will talk this through together

While I’m resting at your feet

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You stretch up to the Heavens

While grounded on this earth

All seasons new beginnings

No doubts about your worth

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I sit with you in silence

We chat through all the pain

New life, spirit of deliverance

New strength to start again

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In acceptance of amazing grace

At the birth of each new day

You’re always here my special place

Where I can sit and pray