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Have you seen The Little Shop of Horrors? Remember Audrey? …..

(credits to the owner via Google)

Who remembers Audrey from The Little Shop of Horrors?

That was a plant once seen, never forgotten!

Last year, I bought my father an exotic orchid for his 80th birthday and set him the challenge to get it to flower. For over a year, the plant just sat there and stubbornly refused to flower. Then my parents went on holiday. With a couple of weeks peace and quiet to itself, it began to grow….

At first it looked as if it was just growing 2 new leaves then the flower bud began to swell…..

As soon as I saw it, it reminded me of Audrey!

Over a few days, the bud grew and grew then began to open out. Had Audrey been reincarnated here?

FEED ME! …. remember the song?

Feed me, feed me, feed me
Feed me, Seymour, feed me all night long
That’s right, boy, you can do it
Feed me, Seymour, feed me all night long
‘Cause if you feed me, Seymour
I can grow up big and strong

I did begin to wonder if I should be concerned for my parents’ safety with “Audrey” sprouting merrily in their kitchen!

But lo and behold, the bud opened to reveal the most unusual flower!

The flower itself continued to grow…….

At the time of writing this blog it hasn’t consumed anyone…..yet!

There will now be a short intermission

Normal blog service will resume shortly. In the meantime, rather than the scary 1970’s test card image from the TV, here’s some cute kittens.

Images sourced via Google – credit to the owners

Parenting… how do we know if we’ve done it right?

Parenting… one of the most challenging and rewarding roles but how do we know we’ve done or are doing it right? Million-dollar question right there!

Don’t panic, this isn’t going to turn into a self-help parenting guide blog. Humour me a moment.

I shared a short story on here recently (The Measly Jar of Motivation – Inside Out | Coral McCallum ) and there were echoes in it of the night my son was born.

There was a moment in time that has lived with me for more than twenty-five years and it came a few short hours after he was born. It was late, after midnight, and I was totally exhausted after giving birth. It had been a very long day! In the plastic crib at the end of the bed, my newborn son began to cry. Instinctively, I got out of bed, lifted him into my arms and tried to console him. He’d had a rough day too. As I gazed out the window into the dark night and at the streetlights twinkling below, the weight of responsibility of being a parent hit me. It hit me like a ton of bricks!

This tiny crying bundle of joy was depending on me. Was I up to the job? Could I nurture and care for and teach this child the life skills he would need to reach adulthood? I’ll not lie…at that moment I felt totally overwhelmed and SO underprepared for motherhood.

I’ve never classed myself as a natural mother but whether my now adult children agree or not, I’ve done my best. They both made it safely to adulthood. Whew!

Fast forward eleven years or so from the cold dark night that my son was worn. Over the years I had among other things introduced him to music and tried to nurture his tastes. The day had finally come when I was taking him to his first concert. Unsure as to how he would be in a crowd of rock fans, I’d erred on the side of caution and opted for seated tickets. (See I could be a sensible mother sometimes). He was beyond excited to be at his first “gig”.

The support act that night were a young up-and-coming Southern rock band from Kentucky called Black Stone Cherry. The first song they played was a song called Rain Wizard… and so began a lifelong love of live music for my son.

A few weeks ago, having queued outside in the pouring rain for over an hour, my son and I took up our spots just off the rail for the night and for the umpteenth time prepared to watch Black Stone Cherry play live. Rain Wizard was on the set and as the thundering drum intro began, I was transported for a moment back to that night from 2009 in Glasgow’s SEC.

Fourteen years  and countless gigs from numerous bands later, my baby boy was still happily beside me at a gig. I smiled to myself and realised that maybe I hadn’t done so bad a job of being a parent after all.

Oh and if you’re curious about the song, here’s the video from the other week

Rain Wizard – Black Stone Cherry @ St Luke’s Glasgow 06/10/23 – YouTube

(image sourced via Google – credits to the owner)

Continue the Story – When Enough Is Enough (warning- references domestic abuse)

As the police clipped on the handcuffs, I knew that the nightmare was over. From the safety of the police car, I watched as the officers bundled him into the back of the second police car that had arrived all lights and sirens in our quiet cul-de-sac.

The neat little street in the “nice” neighbourhood was the last place anyone would expect any form of crime to take place.

But what really goes on behind closed doors?

I knew in my heart that I had finally done the right thing. In all honesty, I know I should have found the strength to do it years ago. If only I’d been stronger. If only I’d had more self-belief… but that had been slowly and steadily eroded away. If only I had acted sooner, then my kids might have been spared all that they have endured and not been exposed to it.

My son was the one who convinced me that I could set up cloud storage that his dad couldn’t access. He even helped me set it all up and password protect it. It was our secret. I used the “secret cloud” to store every email, every text message, every What’s App. If only I’d figured out how to record and save conversations…. Slowly over the weeks and months, I built up my body of evidence and my courage.

The final straw had been when he’d tried the same tactics with our daughter. She was barely a teenager! His vicious comments had almost broken her. Reading them had torn my heart to pieces and fuelled my anger. How could he do this to his own daughter? It hadn’t taken much to persuade her to share the screenshots she had shown me. What I wasn’t prepared for was the sad fact that she had been hiding his cruel messages for months, scared that she would be blamed for the behaviour.

I waited until the kids were at school and he was working from home for the day before confronting him. They didn’t need to witness that. They had already seen and heard more than enough. He kicked off as I’d expected he would when I told him I knew about the messages he’d sent to our daughter. For the first and last time, the abuse became physical. I was going to have a beauty of a black eye in the morning. I took the blows without fighting back then submissively crept from the room while he returned to his conference calls and emails. From the sanctuary of the bathroom, I dialled 999 and reported the assault.

As I watched the police car leave, I breathed a sigh of relief.

“That was a brave thing you did today,” praised the female officer who was sitting beside me.

I forced a smile. It hurt to smile.

I saw the curtains twitch in the house across the street. If only they knew what had gone on behind closed doors but enough is enough….

October is Domestic Abuse Awareness month.

Domestic abuse doesn’t need to be physical to be classed as a crime. Emotional abuse is a crime punishable under the Serious Crime Bill 2015 in the UK and can carry a prison sentence of up to 5 years.

If you’ve been affected by domestic abuse including emotional abuse, you can find help and support in the links below.  

Emotional abuse | Relate

Getting help for domestic violence and abuse – NHS (www.nhs.uk)

What Is Emotional Abuse & Things You Should Know | NSPCC

Guide to support options for abuse – Mind

What alchemy is this?

Every Autumn as I meander after work along my usual route, I pass two specific trees. The first is part way down the hill from our house. The second is further along the main road, a couple of hundred metres past the lighthouse. Both shed “wee hairy balls” in the Autumn and in those balls are slightly flattened chestnuts. (Keep it clean, folks. I can hear you sniggering.)

(credit to the owner Anna Elias via Getty Images – sourced via Google)

I’ll be honest, until a few minutes ago when I did a little Googling, I had no idea what kind of trees they were. Turns out they are sweet chestnuts.

(credits to the owner mikromano via Getty Images – sourced via Google Images)

Last Autumn, having had success the year before at planting acorns which have grown into young oak trees, I decided to gather up a dozen of these chestnuts and plant them in the hope of repeating my success.

(credits to the owner Nenov via Getty Images – sourced via Google Images)

From my experience with the acorns, I know it takes a long time for “trees” to germinate. I planted my twelve sweet chestnuts in late Autumn, nurtured them all Winter ensuring that their pot was sheltered from the storms and in the Spring, I was reward with several wee green shoots.

Success!!

For the past few weeks, I have nurtured the young plants and watched them grow…and grow…and grow.

Suspicion set in…. trees are slow growing, are they not?

What was I actually growing from these “sweet chestnuts”?

Buds started to form…flower buds!

An lo and behold, from twelve sweet chestnuts I have grown a pot of red poppies!

What alchemy is this? LOL

My inner child is happily intact

Sometimes you just need to channel your inner child.

I’ve obviously been watching too much Jade Fever on a Sunday morning. (Well, there’s been no MotoGP all winter to keep me amused.) Genuinely, I don’t watch much TV but I do like to watch something while I’m ironing on a Sunday morning. A while back I stumbled across Jade Fever and curiosity got the better of me. How do you mine jade?

Crystals/gemstones are something that I am interested in and I have a growing collection. It was only natural to be curious about where they come from

(For the equally curious among you- Huge Jade Lens Is A Challenge To Cut | Jade Fever – YouTube)

Anyways…I digress slightly. For Mother’s Day recently, my Boy Child bought me a “gemstone dig kit”. (He also got me a gold panning kit complete with fool’s gold. – Ok I may also have been watching Yukon Gold after Jade Fever on a Sunday morning.)

I was way too excited about my dig kit!

The day after Mother’s Day was a miserable wet Monday. It had been a long day logged into work. The rainy weather had put paid to all thoughts of going for a meander after work. To be honest, I was more than a little fed up then I remembered my dig kit.

Time to get mining!

I cleared my desk and set up my dig kit, complete with my brick to be mined. There were some plastic tools provided in the kit- a double ended excavation tool, a brush and a magnifying glass.

I started to dig, trying not to get chalky dust everywhere. That brick was harder than it looked!

A few minutes later I uncovered the edge of my first gemstone. I was like a kid on Christmas morning! I’d found one!

Digging out the slender piece of clear quartz didn’t take too long.

One down, two to go.

I dug more towards the middle of the brick and finally uncovered a small brown edge. I’d found my second gemstone!

This one was larger and buried deeper in the brick. I kept digging. Eventually, the beautiful piece of Tiger’s Eye came loose. Very pretty.

Two down, one to go.

I moved my dig site to the right and sure enough, a few minutes later, I unearthed a small purple edge of a piece of amethyst.

It took a bit of digging out as I happily hacked away at the chalky brick with my plastic pickaxe thing. Finally, the crystal came free.

All in all, it took me about thirty minutes to dig the three gemstones out.

Half an hour where I was channelling my inner child and the real world ceased to exist.

Innocent carefree fun and I enjoyed every second of it.

Next rainy Monday, you’ll find me and my inner child panning for fool’s gold.

What’s your guilty pleasure song?

A couple of weeks back, as part of a team fun Friday thing, I was asked to name my “guilty pleasure” song.

Many of you who read this blog regularly will know that I love listening to music. There’s always music playing while I’m working or writing. It’s playing right now as I type this. I love going to gigs. Love being on the rail watching the band on stage. I also admin a successful FB fan page supporting one of my musical heroes. My days and evenings are music fuelled.

So, asking me to pick one song is almost as hard as asking me to pick a favourite book.

And the “guilty pleasure” bit threw me somewhat.

I Googled “guilty pleasure”-

        “something such as a film, television programme or piece of music that one enjoys despite

        feeling that it is not generally held in high regard.”

This definition threw me a bit too.

Music is a matter of personal taste. Yes, there will be songs/genres of music that a person prefers over others but it doesn’t mean everything else isn’t great too. It just suggests that its not pleasing to your ears and not to your taste.

It’s that mindset that led me to develop my Thumper Principle when writing gig reviews. “If ya can’t say nothin’ nice, don’t say nothin’ at all.”

So, what then would I class as my “guilty pleasure” song?

The question was still bugging me.

I never ever feel guilty about listening to music I enjoy. No one should feel guilty about liking the songs they turn to.

I pondered the question some more…then decided to turn it on its head slightly.

I chose a song that never fails to make me smile. There’s nothing guilty about it but it does lift my spirits and bring a few minutes of pleasure to the day every time I hear it.

Friday arrived and the team quiz was to match the song to the person. I sat quietly on my zoom screen and took the playful teasing about “I bet Coral has picked some obscure rock band non one’s heard of” in the spirit in which it was intended.

True, I primarily listen to rock music but as I said at the start, I love music. I listen to music of many different genres. I grew up in a house  that was filled with a mix of Scottish and Irish folk music, rock’n’roll, Elvis and songs from musicals. Believe it or not, I actually have a fairly  eclectic taste in music but freely admit to my love of hard/heavy rock music.

So, what song did I choose?

This one….

“Ain’t Nothin’ Like”-Brad Paisley Music Video – YouTube

I chose Ain’t Nothin’ Like by country star Brad Paisley.

A country song? Why?

For the simple reason that the imagery in that song makes me smile every time. I love the lyrics-

        “Ain’t nothin’ like watchin’ a bunch of young ‘uns run screamin’ through the sprinkler in

        their little bare feet.

        And ain’t nothin’ like finding twenty dollars in the pocket of the britches that you wore last

        week.”

I first heard the song on a music tv channel a long time ago when I was holiday in the States. Hearing the song reminds me of happy times. The song reminds me of running through the spray from an open fire hydrant on the 4th July in Philadelphia. Happy days….

Not surprisingly, no one guessed that that was my song choice.

So, what would your “guilty pleasure” song choice be?

What calms you?…..good question

Not strictly a writing prompt from the Measly Jar of Motivation…it hasn’t made it into the jar…yet.

The question caught my eye as I was adding fresh prompts to the jar recently.

So, what calms you?

There’s a variety of things that calm me… I feel a list coming on.

  1. A walk along the beach
  2. Writing/journaling/blogging
  3. Listening to music
  4. Yoga and reiki
  5. Reading (ideally sitting in the sun)
  6. Daydreaming
  7. Going to a concert
  8. Getting a hug (kitty cuddles are included here too)

There’s no one size fits all answer to this one. There are probably several other activities I could add to the list.

Taking just a few minutes out of your hectic day and spending them doing something that calms you isn’t a luxury. It’s self-care and we all need to get better at investing time in our day to practice it.

So do yourself a favour and take some time out this week to do something that calms you. Be kind to your wee self.

Tranquility…..

Sometimes in this busy world, you just need to hit pause for a few minutes and reset.

For me connecting with nature, especially water, is my space of choice to pause, rest, reset and refocus, even if its just for a few moments at the end of a long day.

So, excuse me while I enjoy the tranquility of the view.

Conquering the world one word at a time LOL

Sometimes you have to pause and look around and reflect back over the ground you have travelled so far.

I did that a few minutes ago as I was looking at my WordPress stats and thinking “what the heck am I going to blog about this week?”

I pulled up the stats map that shows the “all time” view of where in the world my blog has been read. (Yes, I know that some of these could quite easily be bot pings but don’t burst my bubble please).

The very fact that most countries around the globe are pink and some are red, indicating a lot of hits, blows me away.

Why would someone in Australia or Japan or Brazil even find my blog in among the millions of blog posts out there?

The very thought that people in all of these countries have taken time out of their busy lives to even glance at my blog fills me with warmth and pride.

An indie author/blogger’s journey can feel quite lonely at times. Seeing the “likes” notifications and the occasional comment on my blog posts helps to make it much less lonely so thank you to those who have taken the time to hit like or comment. It really is appreciated.

I do try to keep the content on here varied. It was a conscious decision when I started this blog that I didn’t want tied down to one genre or theme. It would have been all too easy to fill it each week with photos of my cats but so far I have largely resisted that temptation.

So I guess that this week’s blog is really just a simple thank you to each and every one of you who read my ramblings each week and keep coming back for me.

Something that would really make my day …my week…my months…even my year would be if someone from Greenland stumbling across this blog…..oh well, a girl can dream 😉