#AprilPrompts Day 20 – Love

There are many different forms of love: the love for a parent, a sibling, a friend, or a partner. But, in my opinion, there is no greater love than that of a parent for their child.


Day 20 - Love

Day 20 – Love

When I was pregnant with my daughter, I suffered a devastating blow – I miscarried her twin. It was touch and go for a while as to whether I would manage to keep hold of the second baby, but as the days marched on without further incident, things looked more hopeful. And as the days turned into weeks, then months, it appeared the danger had passed.

Fifteen days before my due date, my waters broke, but I never went into labour. After just four contractions in eight hours, I was told I needed a caesarean section and was prepped for surgery.

When my daughter was laid in my arms for the first time, I fought my way through the haze of the anaesthetic. I just had to look at her, and as I stared into her beautiful eyes, a swell of love like I’d never known before surged through me.

As each day passed, my love for her grew stronger – and still does twenty-six years later.

Every day I feel blessed to have created such a wonderful person. I adore my daughter and would gladly give up my life for her, if I had to. And that’s how it should be!

My gorgeous daughter at 3 months old

My gorgeous daughter at 3 months old



#AprilPrompts Day 14 – Promise

Throughout our lives we make all sorts of promises to different people. Scouts and Girl Guides make promises on their enrolment, witnesses in court promise to tell the truth, Presidents, Kings and Queens promise to defend their country, and friends make various promises to each other. But how much importance is placed on those promises?


Day 14 - Promise

Day 14 – Promise

To me, a promise is a sacred vow and not something to be entered into lightly. Unfortunately, not everyone takes the oath so seriously.

An excellent case in point is marriage vows. When standing at the altar or before a celebrant, a couple promise each other to be faithful, to cherish, love, protect and care for each other no matter what life throws at them, yet so many women (and occasionally men) are subjected to the worst kinds of abuse at the hands of the person they made their vows with.


When one party is psychologically torturing, or beating their spouse on a regular basis, do they ever think back to the promise they made? Of course not! How could they be if they’re treating their life partner worse than they would an animal?


If we think back to our grandparents’ generation, the instances of divorce were far less common, and although abuse did go on behind closed doors, it was not such a regular occurrence. In those days, wedding vows were a life-long commitment. But one key difference was respect. Spouses were valued by each other, over and above the love they shared.

Perhaps that’s what is missing today . . .



#AprilPrompts Day 10 – Loss

This is a very emotive issue, as I know only too well, having lost both my parents to cancer and suffering several miscarriages. I’d like to offer another way of handling this sensitive subject.


Day 10 - Loss

Day 10 – Loss

It’s always sad when you lose someone you love – sad and incredibly painful. We lose ourselves in grief as we lament their passing yet we are really feeling sorry for ourselves and what we have lost.

Our loved ones are now free of pain and disease; they suffer no longer and have gone to a better place – a location where the sun always shines, there is no sickness, they stay forever young and love abounds.

Surely this is something to celebrate rather than mourn.

Should we not rejoice for the lives they lived? Would it not be better to reflect upon the happy memories we shared, to cast our minds back over the many years of mutual love and respect we had?

Recall what your loved one stood for: their morals, their generosity of spirit, the love they gave to you and others, their achievements, their sacrifices, and what made them so special to so many people.

Take delight in a life which, no matter how long or short, was full and satisfying. Feel joy for all the people they touched on the mortal plane. Exalt as they become guardian angels.

And never forget, love doesn’t die on either plane.


The wonderful poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye also embodies this spirit and I feel it’s apt to include it here.

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.


#AprilPrompts Day 5 – Intimacy

When we hear the word ‘intimacy’ we tend to think of two people in love, exploring each other’s bodies as an extension of that love. Yet there are other forms of intimacy which don’t have sexual connotations, like baring your soul to someone you trust.

Today’s post has a somewhat upsetting theme, but it showcases two forms of intimacy.


Day 5 - Intimacy

Day 5 – Intimacy

“Oh Shaz, I tried to stop him. I fought him all the way, b-but he was too strong,” Marina wailed. Her eyes were red from the torrents of tears shed.

Sharon put her arm around her dearest friend and pulled her close. “Start at the beginning,” she coaxed gently.


“H-He said he was taking me to a country p-pub for a meal. I didn’t think anything of it. We drove up a dirt track and he stopped the car in the middle of nowhere. He p-pounced and began ripping at my clothes, and when I bit him he h-hit me. He dragged me from the car by my hair and then he was on top of me and . . .” Marina sobbed, unable to go on.

Anger surged through Sharon as she scrutinized her friend’s torn clothing and her bruised and bloodied face. “You have to report this, honey.”

“I can’t!”

“Yes you can – you have to! How many women has he done this to? And how many more will go through this if you don’t? I’ll be with you every step of the way, I promise.”

Marina smiled gratefully through her tears – at least this intimacy wasn’t a violation!


#BlogFlash2013 Day 18 – Money

Money – it’s something we cannot live without, if we want to keep a roof over our heads and food in our tummies, and if we want heating and lighting. We work extremely hard to get enough money just to survive these days!

The Bible (1 Timothy 6:10) says, “For the love of money is the root of all evil . . .” and when you think about it, it’s scary how true this is. How many crimes are committed daily by people greedy for more and more money? Further, how many innocent victims are injured or killed in the pursuit of this greed?

But there’s more than one way to hurt someone while coveting cash . . .



Ethan lounged in his penthouse surrounded by the best money could buy. Expensive antiques and original paintings by Monet graced the exquisitely decorated room. The view of Central Park and New York was breathtaking.

He clutched a hand-written note in his manicured fingers, his designer-clad legs tucked under him. A tear rolled down his face, one of many he’d shed since finding her letter.

Ethan couldn’t understand why she’d left. He gave her the best of everything – except his time. He was so busy adding to his extensive fortune he’d lost sight of what was really important. And now he’d lost her.

He recalled his mother’s advice: “Make time for love, my son, it’s the one thing money can’t buy.”

Now it was too late.


#BlogFlash2013 Day 14 – Home

When you think of home, it conjures up warm images of family, safety, security and love. Some of us think back to our childhood’s, to happy times shared. Some of us will ponder on the homes we have now. But not everyone is lucky enough to have had a loving home . . .



Terry’s hands trembled as he penned his memoires. He recalled the beatings dished out for the slightest transgressions, the lumpy, uncomfortable beds and lack of blankets. He remembered tears shed at night in the long dormitory housing thirty boys, and Christmases where, if you were very lucky, you received an orange; also, the hand-me-down clothes which never fitted quite right, the rough towels and the smell of the awful soap.

Most of all, he remembered the lack of kindness, compassion and love.

As he gazed around his comfortable room, he shuddered at the memories of growing up in a children’s home.


#BlogFlash2013 Day 6 – Island

When I first saw today’s prompt, it conjured the image of a tropical paradise, palm trees, golden beaches, sun and exotic blooms, and I guess that’s what most of us would think of, dream of even. But then the title of a world famous poem came into my head and I felt compelled to read it. Afterwards my thoughts were deep, philosophical and I began to write . . .

Inspired by the title, “No Man Is An Island” by John Donne.


island1 Just think how lonely we would be, if each of us was our own island. We would stand a solitary figure, isolated by sea, imprisoned in our thoughts.

In our aloneness, would we recognise the beauty surrounding us? Would we reach out to others and find solace with them?

Even an island needs to be shown love, be free to accept love and give love in return. An island has to interact with the world around it to stay strong and healthy.

Your island is deserving of wonderful things, but most of all the unconditional love of friends and family.

island 2