Friday, 19 April 2013

Friday Find

This weeks Friday find is a video from part of cosmetic company Dove’s Real Beauty campaign. There are a few flaws in the experimental design and it’s more than a little schmaltzy. Most importantly you’re true worth is of course based on so much more than your physical appearance. However from personal experience I know we are own worst beauty critics so I wanted to share this and to encourage you reader. YOU are more beautiful than you think!

Wednesday, 17 April 2013

Brilliant Things My Dad Says...

This evening whilst visiting my mum in hospital Hollyoaks was on the television in the shared lounge:

John Paul Mcqueen: [to his sister] Whenever I go through difficult situations I stop and think what would Jacqui do and it always gets me through.
My dad: I think you misread your bracelet fella


Tuesday, 16 April 2013

Thoughtful Tuesday

Be courteous to all, but intimate with few and let those few be well tried before you give them your confidence.
- George Washington

Tuesday, 9 April 2013

Thoughtful Tuesday

We must try to contribute joy to the world. That is true no matter what our problems, our health, our circumstances. We must try.
—Roger Ebert

Friday, 5 April 2013

Friday Find

This weeks find is a re-find. I’ve been tidying through lots of stuff this week and came across a sheet on which I had scrawled a note to myself with the words “important, remember this’ on the top. Needless to say reader that in the subsequent years I had completely forgotten what it was about. The note in question was amidst a bunch of paperwork from my sixth form days, that has been sitting in a box in a cupboard- not quite a locked filing cabinet in a disused lavatory with a sign on the door saying "Beware of The Leopard but not far off, anyway I digress. This sheet of paper upon which I had written had two names and a date. A quick Google reminded me that on 16th February, 1820 Rev. Sydney Smith wrote a Letter to Lady Georgiana Morpeth filled with prescriptions for low spirits. The letter is wonderful, a much needed reminder this week and I’m glad all over again at reading it.  I'm thus choosing to share it with you reader in the hopes the possible remedies contained help keep the grey clouds from your door. Here then, is the letter:

Dear Lady Georgiana,
Nobody has suffered more from low spirits than I have done — so I feel for you.

1st. Live as well as you dare.
2nd. Go into the shower-bath with a small quantity of water at a temperature low enough to give you a slight sensation of cold, 75° or 80°.
3rd. Amusing books.
4th. Short views of human life — not further than dinner or tea.
5th. Be as busy as you can.
6th. See as much as you can of those friends who respect and like you.
7th. And of those acquaintances who amuse you.
8th. Make no secret of low spirits to your friends, but talk of them freely — they are always worse for dignified concealment.
9th. Attend to the effects tea and coffee produce upon you.
10th. Compare your lot with that of other people.
11th. Don’t expect too much from human life — a sorry business at the best.
12th. Avoid poetry, dramatic representations (except comedy), music, serious novels, melancholy, sentimental people, and everything likely to excite feeling or emotion, not ending in active benevolence.
13th. Do good, and endeavour to please everybody of every degree.
14th. Be as much as you can in the open air without fatigue.
15th. Make the room where you commonly sit, gay and pleasant.
16th. Struggle by little and little against idleness.
17th. Don’t be too severe upon yourself, or underrate yourself, but do yourself justice.
18th. Keep good blazing fires.
19th. Be firm and constant in the exercise of rational religion.
20th. Believe me, dear Lady Georgiana,

Very truly yours,
 Sydney Smith

Tuesday, 2 April 2013

Thoughtful Tuesday

To reach a port, we must sail- sail, not tie at anchor- sail, not drift.
 -Franklin Roosevelt

Sunday, 31 March 2013

Happy Easter!

“Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight, At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more, When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death, And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.” C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe