R's rue

Saturday, October 5th - a sunny day and quite warm too. Shirley was off to the "Help the Aged" charity shop on Ecclesall Road to put a shift in. I felt like bagging a few more images for Geograph. This involved driving north through the city, out beyond Hillsborough and over the M1 at Tankersley. Then through Hoyland and Elsecar to Hemmingfield where I began to gather my missing pictures. I guess the image I was most pleased with was the one at the top of this blogpost. It's an old farmhouse that was built in 1691 and it is called Hoober Hall. It is still part of a working farm and is never open to the public. Even though snapping that photograph from the lane was perfectly legal, I didn't want to risk anyone rushing out to berate me so I took it quickly and jumped in my getaway car (Clint) before  heading back to Sheffield via Rotherham. Saturday is often a busy day for road traffic and there were big football matches on in both Rotherham and Sheffield with the ...

 I’m okay physically. Mentally, I’m coming out of survival mode. I woke up last night reaching for a flashlight I no longer need. I rode to town yesterday, and as I looked around, how I have power and water is a miracle. I open up to write and tears flow. Tears of relief and guilt mix. I asked my therapist how long this would last. Her guess. A while. I prayed for one week for power, and one the seventh day, He delivered.  Honestly, I doubted after day two, but God was showing me something. I’m strong. You do things you never thought you would.  I got rid of so many undergarments. Please don’t think going to the bathroom outdoors is an easy task for everyone. My pride had to go. Doing laundry by hand is exercise. The washing machine is a luxury. I know now why on the seventh day rest is commanded.  I have power and water. Gratitude holds new meaning. I will continue writing, I don’t know how it will look.  Grace  What  I need As I move forward N...

 In my reality The dream Still lives Even as My sensitivity Is heightened  To the plight of Others You all  Told me Change was hard Didn’t listen Naïveté is gone But hope Is the constant Must now Be a light In my own World from R's rue https://ift.tt/p2e571x