What Do You Want To Do When You Grow Up?…Well, it sure as Hell wasn’t this!

A bit of a flippant title but hopefully it grabbed your attention.

What do you want to do when you grow up? Or have you fallen into the trap and grown up?

I’m of an age that I am now in twilight of my “corporate” career and the question “what do I want to do when I grow up?” has crept up more and more often of late.

I’ve half-joked for years that I joined the organisation that I’ve worked for all my adult life to make up my mind what I wanted to do when I grew up and decided that I really didn’t want to actually grow up. There’s more than a grain of truth lingering there.

Growing older is unavoidable and to be embraced as too many people don’t get the chance to grow old. As the years have passed, I have done all the usual adult things- I took out a mortgage and bought an apartment with my then boyfriend and when we got married we upgraded to a house, then another house and another, I had children, I became a widow at 53…. all decidedly adult facts of life but at heart, I still haven’t grown up.

My inner child is still very much alive!

Like most children when I was a little girl, I couldn’t wait to grow up. I dreamed of being an author, of being a doctor or a forensic pathologist. I dreamed about meeting rock stars. I dreamed about living in New York and about owning a beach house (that dream is still very much alive but will require a significant lottery win to make it happen.) All the usual things that kids dream about. What were your childhood dreams? Have any of them materialised?

Let’s face it- adulting isn’t much fun at times. We all need something to dream about. Being a responsible adult, especially if you are a parent, is hard bloody work! I’ve done more than my fair share of adulting over the years but I still don’t view myself as a grown up.

I passionately believe that it is all a state of mind. Being a woman in her mid-50’s doesn’t automatically mean that I want to fall into the trap of the “twin set and pearls” look with the highlighted hairstyle to hide the emerging grey. Maybe it’s a Gen X thing but I still wear my hair long in the same style that I have since high school complete with increasing grey strands of glitter. I spend most of my life dressed in rock band tees and jeans along with my trademark Converse. (Everyone who knows me knows of my love of and addiction to Converse. Please don’t ask how many pairs I own.) I’ll happily wander around barefoot in shorts and vest tee all summer long. I love listening to music especially hard rock and heavy metal and yes, I have several tattoos.

Back to those childhood dreams for a moment. It took 44 years but I did finally become a self-published author. I’ve also been fortunate enough to meet several of my music icons on more than one occasion. True, I never got the college/university degree to become a doctor or a forensic pathologist but I have continued to explore and learn alternative, natural healing techniques.

So, to return to the original question, what do YOU want to do when you grow up?

I don’t want to grow up!. I have no intentions of growing up! It’s bad for your mental wellbeing.

I’ll continue to chase those dreams in my jeans and tees while listening to loud rock music and strive for something more important that being a grown up. I’m on a mission to live “happily ever after.”

Anyone care to join me on my mission?

(Image sourced via Google- credit to the owner)

Beltane is fast approaching….are you fired up?

I saw the above picture on Facebook last weekend and it struck a chord.

Change is afoot in my world and I’ve spent the last few days contemplating it. That picture filled me full of a renewed sense of hope.

“So, what’s Beltane got to do with it?”

“What’s Beltane?”

Beltane is a pagan/Gaelic celebration that marks the midpoint between the spring equinox and the summer solstice. This year that’s 1st May. As a festival it was gradually dying out by the middle of the 20th century but since the late 1980’s it has seen a rekindling. (See what I did there? Hee hee)

Beltane is a fire festival.

According to Irish mythology, Beltane marked the beginning of summer when farmers would lead their cows out to the summer pastures. To celebrate this, ritual bonfires were lit and the local people would walk round or in between the fires with their cattle. These fires were believed to have protective powers. At this time too, every household’s fire was doused and relit with embers from the Beltane fires. It was a time for feasting and celebration.

Beltane is a celebration steeped in the shedding of darkness (winter) and the welcoming back of the light (summer).

It’s a time of change. A time of transition and this year for me personally, its significance isn’t lost on me. (More on that another time.)

If you feel stirrings of passion for something or a need for new beginnings this week, trust your gut instincts and let the Beltane fires energise your soul.

That new project that you were thinking about…start it!

The book you plan to write…start it!

The new whatever it was you have been dreaming about…start it!

I have!

(picture sourced via Facebook – credits to the owner)

50000 views!! Thank you!

I can’t believe that my blog has hit this milestone! WOW!

Thank you from the bottom of my heart to each and every one of you who have spared some of your precious time to read my posts. I really do appreciate it.

love n hugs

Coral

Saddle up…it’s rodeo time!

During my recent visit to Austin, Tx with my Boy Child for the Motogp weekend at COTA, we traded one kind of horsepower for another on the Friday evening.

The pro rodeo event was in town!

Before I go any further, if you are averse to such events, please stop reading and I’ll see you next week for a different blog. It is 100% not my intention to offend anyone’s sensibilities with this particular blog.

I will also add right at the start here that all living breathing creatures including humans left the arena unharmed.

Ok, still with me?

Rodeo remains a contentious event across the USA with many states restricting events or banning them entirely. (It’s banned in the UK and in many European countries) Professional rodeo events are strictly governed and sanctioned these days primarily by the Professional Rodeo Cowboy Association (PRCA) and the Women’s Professional Rodeo Association (WPRA).

In Texas, rodeo is the official state sport with Rodeo Austin being one of the top five pro rodeos in the USA. Rodeo Austin is a non-profit organisation that been fundraising for the children of Texas since 1938. To date Rodeo Austin has awarded $9.7M in scholarships with 2525 recipients benefiting from this as they work to cultivate agricultural education. This was all positive news to me! Naively, I thought it was simply a two-week event for largely entertainment purposes.

Rodeo Austin is held at the Travis County Expo Center and to be honest, as we approached the site in our Uber, I really wasn’t sure what to expect.

Rodeo Austin is a family event. Outside the Luedecke Arena was a sprawling fairground complete with the obligatory Ferris wheel. It’s the first time I’ve seen a carousel where one of the options was a rooster than a traditional carousel pony.

As we were early for the actual rodeo show, we wandered round checking out the various food trucks until we found ourselves outside a large open barn with a sign saying, “Milking Parlor”. Curious, we wander in and came face to face with a Longhorn bull in a pen!

In the middle of the building, countless cows were being prepared for their appearance in the show ring. Never in my life did I imagine that I would see cows getting a shampoo and blow dry!

The rodeo event itself began at 7pm in the arena. Having had our hands stamped on entry with a purple ink cactus stamp, we took our seats in the bleachers ready to experience our first taste of rodeo.

How many of you have watched Yellowstone and had your heart stolen just a little bit by the inept wrangler and rodeo rider, Jimmy Hurdstrom? I know I have and Jimmy was on my mind as we settled down to watch the show.

There were nine events lined up for the two-hour programme. After a patriotic start, the first of these events was the bareback riding, where the cowboys have to last at least 8 seconds on the back of a bucking horse while only holding on with one hand. You learn very quickly that 8 seconds is a long time!

Bareback Riding at Rodeo Austin 270326

The most dangerous event of the night is reportedly the steer wrestling.  This is where the cowboy comes in on horseback and wrestles the cow to the ground by grabbing it by the horns. I’ll be honest, I found this a tough watch.

Steer wrestling at Rodeo Austin 270326

So, how do kids aspiring to be cowboys start out? With Mutton Bustin’! A group of kids ranging in age from 5-8 years old lined up next for their 8 seconds of fame when they got to burst out of the chute riding a sheep bareback. This really was a firm crowd favourite and just too cute to watch. It was great to see the winner being awarded the treasured rodeo prize of a belt buckle, same as the adults. Not sure anyone managed the full 8 seconds to be fair.

Mutton Bustin at Rodeo Austin 270326

Probably my favourite event of the evening was the ladies only event – Barrel Racing. For those who don’t know, barrel racing involves entering the arena on horseback at full speed then sprinting in a cloverleaf pattern around three barrels. Fastest lady wins and there’s time penalties if a barrel is knocked over. The speed of this event is a sight to behold!

Barrel Racing at Rodeo Austin 270326

The last rodeo event of the night was Bull Riding. Fortunately, none of the bulls involved horns as impressive as the Longhorn we’d see earlier! These bulls are huge animals! Why anyone in their right mind would want to attempt to ride one is beyond me. Kudos to the cowboys who do, especially to those who lasted more than 8 seconds.

Bull Riding at Rodeo Austin 270326

The evening was brought to a thunderous close when the horse that had appeared earlier stampeded rounded the arena to take their lap of honour.

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Definitely a cultural experience that created memories to last a lifetime.

April is National Poetry Month….

Did you know that April is National Poetry month?

National Poetry Month is celebrating its 30th anniversary this year.

This annual celebration of poetry originated in the USA in 1996 as a way to increase awareness and appreciation of poetry. Two years later the celebrations spread to Canada and its popularity continues to grow. (The UK celebrates Poetry Day in October so we’ve still to get on board with this celebration.)

Something many of you might not realise is that I was published as a poet several years before I made my debut as an author. Poetry has always been close to my heart.

English class was along time ago but three poems from those high school days have stuck with me over the years: –

The Coming of the Wee Malkies by Stephen Mulrine

In The Snack Bar by Edwin Morgan

An Irish Airman Foresees His Death by WB Yeats

(Feel free to Google them once you’ve finished reading this.)

When my son was little, he attended a speech and drama group through his nursery class where he had to learn various poems. Memories of two of those continue to make me smile: –

Thank You, Dad, For Everything by Doug MacLeod

Daddy Fell into The Pond by Alfred Noyes

Over the years I have shared many of own my own poems on my blog. I love to write acrostic poems where the first letter of each line reads downwards to spell a word. There are several of those in my poetry anthology, Beginnings, that I published a couple of years ago.

A bit like journalling, I use poetry to express my unspoken emotions. It can be an amazing emotional release!

I firmly believe that anyone can write poetry. So, my challenge to you, as part of National Poetry Month, is to write a short poem and to share it in the comments below. I’ll never ask anyone to do something that I am not prepared to do myself so here’s mine.

Pick a theme or a word.

Ordinary items will do.

Explore its meaning to you.

Test your abilities.

Relax and enjoy writing it down.

You might surprise yourself.

For those of you who have not yet found my poetry anthology, here’s the link-

Beginnings – a collection of poems – Kindle edition by McCallum, Coral. Literature & Fiction Kindle eBooks @ Amazon.com.

Beginnings – a collection of poems eBook : McCallum, Coral: Amazon.co.uk: Kindle Store

(image sourced via Google- credits to the owner)

Have you read the Silver Lake series?….just asking….

Introducing the Silver Lake series. From their first encounter on the beach in Rehoboth Beach, DE, Jake Power and Lori Hyde form a strong bond. Stronger Within (the first song Jake writes for Lori) sees their friendship and relationship blossom as well as the career of rock band Silver Lake taking off. There are tears and heartbreak for Jake and Lori and the Silver Lake family in Impossible Depths (named after Silver Lake’s second album) before there are tears of joy and happiness in Bonded Souls (another beautiful Jake Power ballad).  Emotions and relationships share a roller coaster ride in Shattered Hearts (the title track from Silver Lake’s fifth album). Will Jake and Lori find their happy ever after or will Long Shadows (possibly a Jake Power solo song) be cast? Read the series to find out.

 Amazon.com links –

Stronger Within – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00VXDSC1M

Impossible Depths – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01C0GS30K

Bonded Souls – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XSQHG71

Shattered Hearts – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07ZY8ZSDM

Long Shadows – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08RR1FGLG

Amazon.co.uk links  –

Stronger Within – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00VXDSC1M

Impossible Depths – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01C0GS30K

Bonded Souls – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B06XSQHG71

Shattered Hearts – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07ZY8ZSDM

Long Shadows – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B08RR1FGLG

A Rail Spot For ……BATS…lots and lots of bats!

Decades ago, I developed a fear of bats. I’m terrified of them!

The fear originated when I was about 12 years old and one on me indoors! We were on holiday and staying in a holiday house. The living room was at the front of the house and the loo and the hall light switch were at the back of the house. One night, after watching tv I was walking down the hall in the dark on my way to the loo when this thing brushed across the side of my neck. It was the creepiest thing I have ever felt touch my bare skin! As my mum will testify to – I screamed the place down!

It was a bat.

After terrorising me, it had flown into the kitchen where my folks spent the next hour trying to catch it to set it free. The creature eventually fell, exhausted, into the sink. My dad trapped it in a tea towel and cupped it in his hands. I remember him bringing it into my bedroom to show me my attacker.

I’ve been absolutely terrified of them ever since.

Move on forty some years and I found myself in Austin, Texas for a few days. Fabulous city but one of its main tourist attractions is the bat colony that lives under the Ann W Richards Congress Avenue Bridge in the heart of the city.

Every night at dusk the entire colony flies out from under the bridge. Folks wait on the bridge and down on the banks of Lady Bird Lake or in boats on the lake for hours waiting for the bats to flock out.

The very thought sends shivers to my core!

When I first visited Austin two years ago, I declined to go and watch this spectacle.  I recall walking under the bridge late afternoon one day and hearing the bats stirring. They were chirping and squeaking. That was as much as I could cope with that trip.

However, some fears perhaps need to be faced. So, big girl panties pulled up, I agreed to go and watch the bats fly out for the night.

The bat colony in questions are Mexican Free-tailed bats. They took up residence under Congress Avenue Bridge around 1980 when bridge renovation work created perfect narrow dark warm crevices for them to hide in.  The bats are great for the local environment as they consume a huge number of insects, including mosquitos, evert night.  Its estimated, depending on the time of year and size of the colony that they eat between 20 000- 30 000 pounds (9 -13.5 tons) of bugs a night!!

So, how many bats are lurking under the bridge?

Numbers vary depending on the time of year. At peak season, after they have bred, there are 1.5M of them.

At this time of year, their numbers are considerably lower. There were around 150 000 in residence while was in town. More than enough for me, thank you very much!

On our first night in town, Boy Child and I headed to the bridge as the sun was setting to secure our rail spot for the night. Definitely not my usual preferred kind of rail spot! With my stomach in knots, I stood leaning on the rail watching the kayakers and tourist boats gather below on Lady Bird lake and the crowds gather on either bank and around me. My heart was pounding as I waited.

Eventually, the bats began to emerge. I had expected them to fly out in a big group but on this evening they came out in several smaller groups with many of them spending time flying round the columns of the bridge itself. It was getting quite dark as most of them flew east across the sky.

Congress Bridge bats in Austin Tx 260326

A few nights later, we were waling back across the bridge to our Air BnB after dinner as they were emerging again.  This time it was earlier in the evening and it was lighter. It was also less windy and I suspect that plays a part here too.

We stopped on the bridge for a second time to watch them set off for a night’s hunting. This time they swarmed out in a constant flow of tiny fluttering critters.

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Congress Bridge bats in Austin Tx 290326

I’ll admit that seeing them swarm off across the sky was an impressive sight. I shudder to think what 1.5M of them looks like!

As I walked back to the Air BnB I was pondering two questions – where do they go every night and when do they return?

I guess I’ll never know.

Spring is all around us…. you just need to look and listen

In the UK the clocks have finally gone forwards, the final declaration that Spring has arrived. Woo Hoo!!

For the meteorologically minded, Spring began four weeks ago on 1st March.

For the astronomically minded, Spring began last week with the Spring Equinox on 20th March.

For the Pagans among you, Ostara was celebrated on 20th March.

There can be no further argument. Winter is finally over! Hallelujah!!

(I hate winter! It’s too damn dark and cold.)

As I went for a quick lunchtime meander on the Equinox, I was surrounded by clear signs that this is the season of new life and renewal. The birds were singing their hearts out in the trees. There were a few orange and black tree bumble bees foraging. The sun was shining and it was warm! But what struck me most was the flowers.

After months of bare branches and distinct lack of colour, Mother Nature was working her earth magic and there were several wildflowers in bloom.

Aren’t they pretty?

And as we savour the delights of Spring there’s something else just around the corner to look forward to…. Summer!

The Measly Jar of Motivation- Midday (acrostic poem)

Morning daydreaming of being

In your arms for even the briefest of hugs

Daring to hope it might happen

Dread filling my heart that it won’t

Almost noon…would you be waiting?

Yes!…

A Trip Down Mortimer’s Hole

Sometimes in life the age of something or the history associated with it totally amazes me.

A couple of weeks ago I spent two days in Nottingham and finally able to realise a dream. At the fourth attempt, I visited Nottingham Castle. (Every other visit I just haven’t been able to co-ordinate the time with its opening hours.)

Yes, everyone around the world most likely associates Nottingham and its castle with Robin Hood and the Sheriff of Nottingham but there is a whole load more to it than that. We could debate all day on whether Robin Hood really existed but let’s not go there. I’d like to think he did.

Nottingham Castle and the rock it sits on share 1000 years of history!

It has an incredible history (you can read about it at your leisure) but the small part of that history that blew me away was my visit to Mortimer’s Hole.

For those who don’t know, the city of Nottingham boasts the highest number of caves of any city in Europe. There are over 900 registered caves beneath it with suspicions of up to 2000 more! Mortimer’s Hole, beneath the castle, is one of the most famous.

When I arrived at the castle, as I was purchasing my entry ticket, I was asked if I was interested in taking the cave tour that was starting in about 20 minutes. It would last about an hour. The answer was a resounding “Yes, please.”

I’ll spare you the full 1000 years of history of the tunnel and caves that are known as Mortimer’s Hole and focus on the first half of the 14th century when it earned its name.

In 1307, Edward II was crowned king following the death of his father, Edward I. The new king needed a wife. England also needed to improve relations with France so Edward II killed two birds with one stone and married the French King Philip IV’s daughter, Isabella of France, also known to history as “the She Wolf of France”. Edward II had a troubled reign, partly due to his close relationship with Piers Gaveston, a member of the royal household. Suffice to say, although she bore him several children, Edward II was a poor husband to Isabella. There was significant unrest in England and in 1325, Isabella returned to France, taking her son and heir to the throne, Edward III with her. While in France, she met Roger de Mortimer, an English nobleman who was vehemently opposed to the king’s relationship with Piers Gaveston. The queen and de Mortimer became lovers. They also hatched a plot to return to England with a small army, overthrow the king and name the young Edward as king. (Edward III) Mortimer and Isabella’s invasion was a success (I’ve greatly simplified this tale and to the historians among you, I humbly apologise for this.)

Long bloody story short, Edward II was captured and imprisoned, eventually abdicating in favour of his 12-year-old son. As the boy was too young to rule, Queen Isabella set herself up to reign as Regent with Roger de Mortimer by her side.

This wasn’t necessarily a popular move among the people.

In 1330, young Edward III, now a married man with a family and barely 18-years-old, decided enough was enough and decided to reclaim his throne.

Both Queen Isabella and Roger de Mortimer, along with Parliament, were at Nottingham Castle on 19th October 1330 when young Edward III “attacked”.  In actual fact, history records that Edward III’s men were granted entrance to the castle via the passage through the Castle Rock. Someone on the inside unlocked the doors and unimpeded, they were allowed to gain access to Mortimer’s chambers.

Mortimer was seized, bound and gagged then dragged from his chambers, through the castle and down through the tunnel before being taken to the Tower of London. (He was tried and then hanged.)

Edward III was a good king and went on to rule over England for 50 years.

But what became of his mother, Queen Isabella? Edward III showed leniency towards her. Well, she was his mother after all. She was exiled initially to Windsor Castle and then moved to Castle Risking in Norfolk where she died in 1358.

The cave/tunnel became known as Mortimer’s Hole from that point on.

As I stood in the tunnel listening to the tour guide, Jane, telling the group of us all about the history, I was totally blown away to realise that I was standing where Richard I, the Lionheart’s men would have walked. I was walking down the same passageway that Roger de Mortimer was bundled down.  How many famous historical feet had walked the same path? It truly was a moment that brought me up short.

The tour exited the cave/tunnel into an open area to the south of Castle Rock known as Old Brewhouse Yard and then out into the courtyard of Ye Olde Trip To Jerusalem Inn that dates back to 1189AD.

As I walked away, I glanced down the hill towards Robin Hood’s statue and smiled. I’d like to think that he too had visited the castle via Mortimer’s Hole.

Huge thanks to Jane, the tour guide from Nottingham Castle for bringing the cave tour to life  so passionately and knowledgeably.