Day to Day happenings in my life

Harvest Festival

August symbolizes new beginnings, transition, and a sense of majesty or nobility. It's often associated with the end of summer and the harvest season, representing both a culmination and a fresh start. Some spiritual interpretations link August to regeneration, harvest, and abundance, suggesting a time for reflection and preparation for the coming seasons. Let these thoughts inspire your entry today.

Having just come out of hospital today has made me think August is definitely going to be a new beginning for me.
You know it’s true what they say: you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone. I think the last few days have been an eye-opener for me as I realise I’m actually the age I am!
In hospital I was treated with the deference old people should be treated and yet, I hated it!
I actually realise this latest spate of illness is something I probably brought on myself by allowing the stress in my life to get the better of me.

I have never have been a sufferer of high blood pressure And yet that was what occurred when my blood pressure went through the roof. I believe the cause was the way I have handled certain stresses.

When I was sent down for a chest x-ray, I passed out and fell backwards just like a dead soldier and consequently ended up with a concussion and a massive haematoma on the back of my head. That left me with a slight brain bleed.

I have just this minute signed up for a course in reducing and handling the stresses of life. It has only taken me 81 years to realise I need some help. Whatever I’ve been doing so far hasn’t been working apparently—yet anyone who knows me would most likely say I’m the least stressed person they know. I’m obviously good at hiding it.

This is the time of the year that when I was a child in England, we celebrated harvest festival at Sunday school. How wonderful that was. Dressed in new clothes we had to recite a poem or sing an hymn, and each child would receive a book as a prize. How I loved that time, the smell of the chapel, freshly mown hay, piles of fresh vegetables and fruits and the rosy red cheeks of the little children as we each did our special turn.

I think I knew more than about being healthy and happy, even though we had little.

Never mind, perhaps it really is never too late to learn.