Insights and Resources
‘Insights and Resources’ offers us space for co-creating shared learning.
My writing now continues, where the final chapter of my first published book entitled, Moving On ended:
“Taking chances both personally and professionally, can be risky, but it’s ultimately more rewarding than not even getting into the game.”
… at the time of now writing it is 2022 Onwards, how time flies:
Parisienne Walkways
– Music and Lyrics by Gary Moore
I remember Paris in ’49
The Champs-Élysées, Saint Michelle and old Beaujolais wine
And I recall that you were mine
In those Parisienne days
Looking back at the photographs
Those summer days spent outside corner cafes
Oh, I could write you paragraphs
About my old Parisienne days
Memories of my own experiences during my year spent living and working in France during my university-degree are in my own thoughts.
The year significantly marks my daughter, Diana’s graduation from The University of Birmingham with a first-class honours’ degree in Human Biology. Diana has now also started her first job as a Dietetic Assistant with the NHS.
I was working in the NHS myself as a Training and Development Manager with what was back then, the Kensington, Chelsea, and Westminster Family Health Services Authority (FHSA). It was my, then, colleague, Fiona who first introduced me to Michael (my now late husband).
The Art of Longing
– A poem by Dr. Robert A. Neimeyer
“Even the chair defines you
By your absence.
It lifts its arms
to embrace yours, opens its lap
to cup your form in its soft shape.
Without you,
it is an empty hand.
On the footstool the books
mill in their randomness,
forget their call to common purpose.
The pens on your desk
have bled dry of words.
Your tablet is a tombstone
Without inscription.
This is how we are cast
by the long light of your shadow,
persist in our objective irrelevance.
Collectively, we have lost
the threads of memory,
of intention, dropped the beads
from time’s limp string.
The clock’s pulse
measures the silence
like a tin heart, registers
only hours since, never until.
Slowly we are hollowing
ourselves through our grief
as rocks are carved by sand
in a hard wind.
When we have let go of enough
of what we were
and grow perfect in our nothingness,
we will at last find an end
to the yearning,
and finally
have room for you.”