Once Upon A Time...

"Begin doing what you want to do now. We are not living in eternity.We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand, melting like a snowflake." - Francis Beacon

It is a beautiful day for new beginnings. The sun has been out and gone and I have basked in its warm touch all afternoon, literally feeling it tickle the little hairs on my skin. I was alone, but it was perfect. It is completely satisfying to lie on the grass on one's own and take the time to think, and do nothing else but think.

And now I think it is time to start again. Today made me contemplate with a dash of nostalgia my old blog and the writing I enjoyed and the wonderful people who managed to coincide with my little spot on an immeasurable web. But surely that cannot just have been purely coincidence? The world works in mysterious ways. Perhaps fate was meddling. So I am going to start again, afresh, a new beginning for a much older and wiser young and ignorant girl, because I believe fate is not quite finished here.

The difference time has made is almost inconceivable. My head struggles to get around it, to truly comprehend how much I have changed over a few years, how different I am yet how constant some aspects of my life have been. Appreciating who I have become, my traits, my personality, my thoughts, feelings, loves, losses, tastes, friendships and writing since then and how they differ now is terrifyingly fascinating.

Like the flowing river, I have moved on, I have changed, but I am still of the same water, carving out my course.


I had quite a wonderful day today, with the sun looking over my shoulder. I sat in the garden among the flowers which my parents have looked after so carefully - they are in full bloom now, scattered across all corners of the grass and creeping up the fences. With eyes half closed and the sun making everything look magical, it was quite easy to believe that I was lying amidst some fallen part of a rainbow. The long grass was between my toes and tickled my neck as I read in the sunshine and drank sweet orange, feeling content. At one point a little white butterfly flew so close as to brush my hair with its wings.

A beautiful day turns into a beautiful evening, made all the more beautiful by the company of a close friend. She sent me a little surprise message inviting me over for chat (don't you just love those kind of messages!) and so we sat in the remains of a sinking sun in her garden, sipping on cocktails and discussing everything which came into our heads. It was so delightful to catch up with her and, retiring to the cosy conservatory when darkness fell, we sat and shared those thoughts that only a close friend can be trusted with. I felt closer to her than ever before, which warmed my dampened heart after a little downpour on it last night, so she came in perfect timing, almost as if she had known I was in need. I believe that is what makes a true friend: they come without having to be asked. Our intimate chatting made me feel needed and missed and everything that is the opposite of lonely.

And thus I begin this new chapter with the ending of a perfect day.


Here is to new beginnings and to happy endings,

From Scotland, with love.