Why People with Birthdays at the Beginning of the Year are Lucky

A Thousand Years by Christina Perri

A lovely song and video to take you through reading my last blog of 2018.

The year draws to an end, like a curtain closing on the last Act.

It’s sometimes a sad feeling when I think of what has happened throughout the year. And another year gone. Where has it gone? Far too quickly. What’s made me sad? What’s made me happy? Why did this happen and why didn’t that? Is there an encore to be had?

Are you making your new year’s resolutions? Is it that time of the year when you look back and see what didn’t happen, then look forward and make all the plans that you tell yourself will happen this year?

How long do you have to wait for your birthday? At the beginning of the year or later? Each birthday is iur own individual new year.

It’s a time to reflect.

To make amends.

To forgive.

To turn over a new leaf.

To give thanks for a new day.

To rejoice.

To find inner peace.

To love the life that we live.

To find our happy place.

To remember all this not just at the new year but always.

People can be annoying

Life is strange. But we make our lives what we want it to be. It’s how we view life. How we think about things. How we listen. Speak. Share. Life is really what we make it.

What have been the lessons learnt this year. What do I want to continue. What do I want to let go. Can I let go. We can’t do without people and sometimes we can’t do with them. Each person I meet, whether in my personal life or in the business world, brings something different to me. I can’t say anything is ‘bad’ because even if it seems that way at the time, it is actually good because I learn from it (well, I hope I do!) … whether it is Love or Annoyance … I would not have it any other way.

So, in no particular order, this is a small list of what I have gained from you, my family, friends and followers … thank you.

Love.

Laughter.

Friendship.

Fun.

Excitement.

Wisdom.

Balance.

Support.

Advice.

Sharing.

Caring.

Inspiration.

Loyalty.

Honesty.

Beauty.

Patience.

Knowledge.

Warmth.

Comfort.

Hurt.

Irritation.

Annoyance.

Without people, who are we. What are we.

Business blossoms like a rose

This year my business has blossomed like a rose. It has grown sweeter. Lots of hard work has gone into getting it to the place that it is. There is still much more to be done. Petals will fall but the rose will blossom each year. There are people in my business and those that surround me and support me who I need. I could not be where I am today without them. Thank you to them. To my Team, both core and my external support and my suppliers. A big thank you to my Clients. Where would we be without Clients. Nowhere! Embrace HR is just what it does on the tin. We help small businesses to embrace people who are the core of the business. They are the people who sustain a business. Who provide its reputation. Who add to the bottom line.

“Embrace HR … because people make profits”.

Next year we will celebrate 10 years in this business – wow – really?

Grandparenting vs Alzheimers

In my personal life my family has grown with our one-year old grandson. He is such a delightful little fellow. We accompanied our son and daughter-in-law and little Sebastian on his first holiday, to Barcelona. We spent a few days with them and it was a joy to be with him in a different land. There are so many articles about grandparents who babysit … the benefits are immense. Just the sheer joy of seeing a wide smile on his face when he sees me. Watching in delight as he took his first strong steps, and ‘clapping himself’ having done so! Seeing him trying to tie himself into his car seat or highchair. Watching him climb up the radiator, toes attached and little hands pulling himself up, to look at his birthday cards on the window sill. What a fabulous photo that is of our little grandee. Unfortunately for me, my son and his wife do not want photos of their little one shared on social media. I can understand, so I share his photos with family and friends in private.

There have been many articles about the health benefits of grandparents interacting with their loved ones as well as babysitting. Scientific studies show that grandparents who babysit live longer and there is even research suggesting that it could lower the incidence of alzheimers. I think of my maternal Grandma and Grandpa (I didn’t meet my paternal grandparents). We spent many happy hours in their company. I don’t remember either of them suffering with loss of memory. I don’t remember my Mum, who was over 80 years old when she passed on, losing her memory. Both my Mum and my Grandma were surrounded by many grandchildren or children of family and friends all the time – a rather extended family. There must be something in it – this thing about babysitting grandkids vs alzheimers.

Every year there are always good things and not too good things that I can recall. This is a good thing that I have just learnt. My grandchild will keep us joyful and active and prevent memory loss!

Sebastian's first birthday
Sebastian’s first birthday

Quiet at home

Our home this year has been somewhat quiet. For whatever reason, we have not entertained as much as we normally do. I’m not quite sure why this has been. Possibly because we visited more than had people visit us. We have travelled more this year so may not have been home much. Where have we been? To Rome, somewhere we always wanted to visit. When we travelled to a different part of Italy a couple of years ago, we didn’t stop in Rome, so back we went. Barcelona in Spain … to actually babysit our grandson whilst Mum and Dad, avid Spurs supporters, went to the match – but we did the sightseeing too! Forest of Dean for a wedding, St Albans many times, London many times, Stockholm a few times, my hubby went to Zimbabwe and Geneva, we spent weekends away visiting friends or family. The hubby spent quite a lot of time in Leicester helping his brother decorate his home. Come to think of it, we have been around and about and that’s probably why it seemed quite quiet at home. But also, I have worked, worked, worked.

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Colosseum, Rome
Barcelona vs Tottenham Hotspurs
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Christmas decorations in Barcelona
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Barcelona – bullfighting ring turned shopping mall

The spent time with our daughter in Stockholm. We had tickets to go to the Nobel Peace Prizes concert – she works for Nobel. A wonderful event watched by the Laureates too. Our daughter was fortunate to be able to interview one of the joint Nobel Prize winners, Dr Denis Mukwege. What a privileged for her. That was another good thing. Our son and daughter-in-law bought their first home together. A beautiful home that will last them a lifetime – it doesn’t look like they will need to move in a hurry. I did try my best to get them to move to our town, but practically it was best for them to stay where they were. Of course, my reason was selfish but for them they made the best choice. We just make more trips to see them, or they to see us! Thats a good thing.

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Family – night at the Konsert!
Konserthuset, Stockholm

The not too good things are the loss of our family and friends. As the years go by it is of course inevitable that we will have losses but it is still painful. We know that life is birth and death. The loss of anyone close to us affects us each in a different way. The loss may be something other than the finality of death. We can bury our feelings and pretend it didn’t happen. Or share them. Or just keep them close to our hearts. For me, as time goes by, I seem to keep my feelings close to my heart. I nurture them and don’t really share. I write. Is that a good or a bad thing? A not too good thing is realising that people are not always in your life to stay. We must move on as they must too. But memories stay and they too should be nurtured. Just this evening on our family Whatsapp group we shared photos of long ago days. How lovely to reminisce about our family gatherings. But tears welled too as the faces of those loved ones now gone are prominent in our photos.

My family – siblings have not been under one roof at the same time for years …

Photos and memories

Why people with birthdays at the beginning of the year are lucky

Isn’t it an age thing when the years just fly by? It was only yesterday when I was writing a new year’s wish to all. I haven’t even blinked an eye and it is that time of the year again. Time gallops by relentlessly.

So much still to do. To say.

I well remember when I was a child I found that waiting for my birthday was the most tedious thing ever. It seemed to take oh so long for a year to pass. I always thought that the reason why my birthday took so long to come around was because it was at the end of the year. November. The people whose birthdays were at the beginning of the year, especially those in January, were so lucky, in my child’s eyes. They didn’t have to wait as long as me for their birthday to come around!

Why did my birthday have to be at the end of the year, I often wondered. How simple were my thoughts, or were they? Then … I finally realised the truth of the matter, that everyone waits a whole year for their birthday. Did you think you were treated unfairly if you had a birthday year end? Did you think like me too? How it makes me smile when I recall!

May you laugh till your sides and mouth ache

I am grateful for having what I have. I am grateful for my health, that I have good health (touch wood!) and have been able to accomplish what I have. I am grateful for the roof over my head. For the food on my table. For the love of the people who surround me. For my true friends, the handful who are true to me. For my acquaintances, colleagues, my social media friends. I am grateful for the people who are in my life. I remember those dear to me who have left and I believe they are watching over us as we carry on with our daily lives. They are at peace.

Thank you my family, friends and followers, or the word I see used around is “tribe”. Thank you for accompanying me on my journeys. There will be some who have dropped by along the way. Thanks to you too – you will have made my life richer by your short stay. May your journey continue and I wish you everything of the best.

A few of my goals for the coming year … on the understanding that if I write it and share it, and think it, it must happen … Finish the book I have been writing for almost two years … it has to be done it’s taken long enough. An ultimate family reunion – it’s been 30+ long years. A holiday in the sun. Give back in the field of education.

There. I’ve said it. It will manifest.

May I take this opportunity to wish you, one and all,

a very Happy New Year when it comes … into 2019

May your dreams become reality.

May your health be the best it can be.

May your sadness become beautiful memories.

May you prosper in everything you do.

May you find love and happiness always.

May you laugh till your sides and mouth ache.

May your friends be the precious gift you deserve.

May you live the life that you want to live.

May you be the person that you want to be.

May your wishes take you to the moon and back.

May your 2019 be the best year yet for you.

Thank you for being a part of my world.

Thank you for following my writings.


I write when I have the urge. I write to express feelings. I write to explore my imagination. I write about my thoughts and dreams. I write for enjoyment. I write to relax. I write because I like to write.
If you find words that resonate with you, I’d love to hear from you. If you find a situation that reminds you of something, someone, sometime, I’d love to hear from you. Do hope you enjoy reading Cecilyswritings.

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Written (quoted) by Cecily and posted in December 2018. (c)CecilyLalloo 2018
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A Christmas Message to You

On the Eve of Christmas 2018, I thank you my family and friends, my followers of my blogs and writings for your continued support, love, kindness and for just being there.

May your Christmas be what it is you want it to be. May you be surrounded by those you want to be with. May you find love, peace, happiness and good health not only at Christmas time, but always.

My song for this blog … Driving Home for Christmas …

Words from my heart to yours

MAY Christmas come

to you and yours

Wherever you may be

With sunshine from my heart

With hugs and kisses

As we remember

Loved ones dear departed.

WHERE your family and friends gather

May Joy, Peace, Love, Health and

Happiness be yours.

MY friends and family

At this time forgiveness

Is the key

So if wronged you I have

In thought or word or deed

Forgive me

As I forgive the same of you.

ON Christmas Day

I gift you

With gratitude and blessings

Love, Peace, Happiness and Health

Truth, Honesty and

Dreams to fulfill

Gifts that can’t be bought

For priceless as they are

Much more valuable by far.

FROM me to you

From my home

To your home

From my heart

To yours.

Happy Christmas

and a Prosperous New Year!

Hugs and kisses from my familia too.

THANK YOU for following, for your friendship and support.

Love from Cecily 😘


I write when I have the urge. I write to express feelings. I write to explore my imagination. I write about my thoughts and dreams. I write for enjoyment. I write to relax. I write because I like to write.

If you find words that resonate with you, I’d love to hear from you. If you find a situation that reminds you of something, someone, sometime, I’d love to hear from you. Do hope you enjoy reading Cecilyswritings.

THANK YOU FOR VISITING.

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Written by Cecily and posted in December 2018. (c)CecilyLalloo 2018

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“I counted my years …”

This is a beautiful poem by Mario de Andrade (San Paolo 1893-1945). Poet, novelist, essayist and musicologist. One of the founders of Brazilian modernism.

A big thank you to my friend and follower Bradley for sending it to me. We both liked the last lines, “… We have two lives … and the second begins when you realize you only have one.”

To accompany this poem, I’ve chosen Breezin by George Benson. This track brings back memories of wonderful times spent in my youth with good friends and family. I think this music is timeless and is as fresh today as it was yester-year. Do hope you enjoy listening and reading.

Make my day … leave me a comment about your thoughts on this poem or the music, or both 🙂 ! Wishing you a Sunday filled with whatever it is you’d like.


MY SOUL HAS A HAT

I counted my years
And realized that I have
Less time to live by,
Than I have lived so far.

I feel like a child who won a pack of candies: at first he ate them with pleasure
But when he realized that there was little left, he began to taste them intensely.

I have no time for endless meetings
where the statutes, rules, procedures and internal regulations are discussed,
knowing that nothing will be done.

I no longer have the patience
To stand absurd people who,
despite their chronological age,
have not grown up.

My time is too short:
I want the essence,
My spirit is in a hurry.
I do not have much candy
In the package anymore.

I want to live next to humans,
Very realistic people who know
How to laugh at their mistakes,
Who are not inflated by their own triumphs
And who take responsibility for their actions.
In this way, human dignity is defended
And we live in truth and honesty.

It is the essentials that make life useful.
I want to surround myself with people
Who know how to touch the hearts of those whom hard strokes of life
have learned to grow with sweet touches of the soul.

Yes, I’m in a hurry.
I’m in a hurry to live with the intensity that only maturity can give.
I do not intend to waste any of the remaining desserts.

I am sure they will be exquisite,
Much more than those eaten so far.
My goal is to reach the end satisfied
And at peace with my loved ones and my conscience.

We have two lives
And the second begins when you realize you only have one.

By Mario de Andrade


I write when I have the urge. I write to express feelings. I write to explore my imagination. I write about my thoughts and dreams. I write for enjoyment. I write to relax. I write because I like to write.
If you find words that resonate with you, I’d love to hear from you. If you find a situation that reminds you of something, someone, sometime, I’d love to hear from you. Do hope you enjoy reading Cecilyswritings.

THANK YOU FOR VISITING.
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Written (quoted) by Cecily and posted in November 2018. (c)CecilyLalloo 2018
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He was “an officer and a gentleman”

Our Uncle Nelson … mine, my siblings, our cousins, and many others

No, he was not an Officer, but he was very much a Gentleman.

Loved and will be sadly missed.

Please feel free to leave a tribute in the comments of this blog, if you wish, family and friends. Uncle Nelson’s family will have full access to it for as long as they wish

Music to accompany this blog – what else but a compilation of jazz – my Uncle’s favourite type of music. I usually have a song at the end of the blog but this time it is here, at the beginning. I have been listening to this wonderful music as I write this blog. Maybe you’d like to listen as you read. Yes, I’m being presumptious, but there you are 🙂 … I hope you enjoy.


Uncle Nelson Timm

16th May 1934 – 4 November 2018

I’ve taken the liberty of using photos from my Uncle Nelson’s Facebook Profile

11069405_1416525075319634_1822571416175197150_n.jpgNelson Timm: Thank you all for your kind comments. Imagine a 1934 model and still going strong. [Posted by Nelson T on Facebook March 2015]

On Sunday evening 4th November 2018, I was, as you do, busy on Whatsapp. I was chatting to my family in the group, as well as to other friends. Yes, I know you do so too … chat to more than one person at the same time … some friends don’t type as fast as I do, so I have time to read and send messages to more than one person or group. If I’m using Whatsapp Web and a keyboard I’m even quicker!

As we were chatting, one of my sisters sent a message … I had to do a double-take! I read it. Then read it again. And read it yet again. I stopped conversing with my friend and stayed in our family group chatroom. The news was a shock. Yes, I knew he had been unwell. But, even when someone has not been well, it is still with so much sadness that we hear of a passing.

12096153_1481301452175329_3110813985466092290_n.jpgWalking with the Lions [Posted by by NT on 10 October 2015]

On Sunday night, 4th November, our dear Uncle Nelson slipped away. He closed the last Chapter in his Book of Life. He left us to continue reading, over and over, with our memories. The messages from my sister were sparse. She heard from one of our cousins that our Uncle had collapsed at home. This wonderful, enigmatic man was no more. I am not saying this because he is no longer with us, this is the truth. I typed to the family group : “I’ll phone Sharon, now”. Sharon is my cousin. My Uncle’s daughter. And as I typed those words, my phone rang – “Sharon” appeared on my screen. We may not see each other often, we may not talk often, but we both know that we are there for each other. That any family member is ‘there for each other’. There is a strong silver thread binding us together. Keeping us all together, no matter where in the world we are.

My heart was pounding. I knew what Sharon was about to tell me. I swallowed hard and answered. I knew she was going to tell me that her Dad had just passed away. What difficult words those are.

We talked. I’m not sure what I said to her, I babbled. But, I hope that the words were comforting. She told me that she had not yet spoken to her dear Mum, Aunty Muriel. My Uncle’s partner – it would have been their 54th wedding anniversary in January 2019. He was her Soulmate, Aunty Muriel told me. What a marvelous couple. My family and I spent many happy times in their home. How hospitable they are. Good food, good wine, good company, fabulous home-grown music! We were fortunate to be able to host them, if only for meals, at our place. On Sunday evening Sharon said she would speak to her Mum in about an hour, a neighbour was with her. Comforting her as best they could. I didn’t talk for long. I knew Sharon was coming to terms with the news that she had just heard. (is there any way to come to terms about such news?) I felt that she must be anxious to speak to her Mum, to her brother, to other family members.

15978008_1638509353121204_6086053160624315045_n.jpgMe and Mine the 2000’s — with Muriel Timm. [Posted by NT on 19 January 2017]

This evening Sharon and I talked again. A lot longer. We covered lots. Sharon is younger than me and I remember her as a toddler. I remember her Dad bringing her to our home, I remember her in a yellow dress. I remember her Dad smiling proudly at his pretty little girl. I remember him also with his little boy, Gary-James, some years later. He was so proud of his children.

Our family, my Mum’s brothers and sisters, their husbands and wives, our cousins, spent many hours together. My Mum’s siblings lived in Bulawayo, Zimbabwe, we originally lived in Umtali but also moved to Bulawayo. My Mum’s oldest sister, however, married a Norwegian and lived in Norway. I remember the family picnics we went on when we were young. Everyone in the open-backed lorries that were used in the family transport business. I remember the benches that were lifted into the lorries, made specially to fit in the back for passengers. Just wooden benches. No seatbelts those days! Children sat in the middle on the floor of the lorries. I remember a piano also lifted onto the back of a lorry. Were there drums too? Probably. I remember the sing-songs as the lorries trundled to the picnic places. I don’t remember where we went, but I remember the people. The ambience. The outdoors. Playing with my siblings and cousins. Eating healthily. The happiness.

I remember the family ‘get-togethers’: parties, weddings, just family time. A get-together would always end with one of the family members ‘tinkering on the ivories’. Actually, playing the piano exceptionally well! A musical family. My Uncle played a number of instruments. I remember the evening after a family 21st birthday party held at our rambling house on the airport road in Bulawayo, when my Granny sat at the piano, playing. I remember us all singing – from adults to children. I remember other members of the family strumming a guitar, playing bottles or spoons. Anything to make music. And, Uncle Nelson always had time for the young ones.

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Nelson Timm, with me and my sisters and one brother, Gavin, sitting.

My other two brother’s weren’t born yet 🙂

Uncle Nelson is the youngest of his siblings, my Mum’s brothers and sisters. And now he has left us. But he has left the Timm Legacy. There are such similarities in our family.

Uncle Nelson had a way about him. Sauve. Sophisticated dresser. Laid back. Lovely, hearty and infectious laugh. Slow speaker – almost a Texas drawl. Always a twinkle in his eye. He was intelligent. Empathetic. He could converse with intellectuals and business people as well as the ordinary man in the street, with workers, with young people, with children. He had a way of putting you at ease, no matter who you were. He was interested in what you said. He listened attentively. He was a loving family man. In later years he spent time working on our family tree. He often introduced us to family we didn’t know and told us to keep in touch. We should do that!

He was a musician. A member of the band. He and his friends would assemble and practice sometimes at our Grandpa and Granny’s house. My Uncle and his friends use to dress up and go out of an evening. I was about 8 or 9 years old or thereabouts. I would look with wonder at these young men all dressed up and the ladies in their company looking oh so pretty. But his wife, Aunty Muriel, was the prettiest of all. They had such a lovely relationship … “Nelson”, she would call out in her Capetonian accent; “Nelson” … I can hear her sound in my ears! He would saunter over and ask humorously, “What is it my [fill in an endearment]”. They had lovely banter between them. They were a beautiful couple.

22228609_1756912691280869_8054502663766097678_n.jpgGood times from 1954. Spencer Heynes (Guit), Nelson Timm (Drums), Dickie Maree (Banjo), Baka Cassim (Bass), Abe Pillai (Piano), Hoosien Cassim (Sax). [Posted by NT on 8 October 2017]

Like all his generation, and I think ours too, my Uncle loved to dance. Our Dad and Uncles taught us … “laaang aarrrrm” (long arm / ballroom) as we termed it. Jive. The Square. Waltz. What a dancer he was.

One of my younger brothers, Malcolm, remembers :

During the time our [Malcolm and Ella’s] children schooled in Bulawayo we saw Uncle Nelson on several occasions sometimes with Gail [one of my sisters]. I remember visiting and drinking some Genisis beer with Uncle Nelson. After a while he got up and went to his keyboard and started playing some happy choons (tunes). We went to an annual event in Bulawayo late 90s/2000, where there were some excellent ballroom dancers on the floor. We went to have a closer look and saw Uncle Nelson and Aunty Muriel in the mix. At the end of the night, a prize was awarded to the best dancé and best dressed couple. The prize went to Uncle Nelson and Aunty Muriel! He Enjoyed dancing and his music. We didn’t actually go to the dance with Uncle Nel, just saw them there.

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My Uncle was very much a gentleman. A gentleman through and through. He and many of our family, have similar personality traits. Has it something to do with their birthdays in May? His elder brothers, Reggie and Bobby, also had that ‘wry smile’, a softness in their speech. Positive people. Happy people. People loved them and they loved people. Social butterflies. In fact, my brothers and many others in our family have similar traits.

23 Behaviours of a Gentleman That Every Man Should Adopt

Browsing the net, as you do, when you’re thinking about someone … I came across this post. I think it says a lot about the man who we call Uncle Nelson. And about many men in my family.

The 23 behaviours that have been identified

  1. A gentleman opens doors for a lady
  2. A gentleman walks closest to the curb
  3. A gentleman makes reservations
  4. A gentleman gives her his jacket
  5. A gentleman is punctual
  6. A gentleman rises when she enters the room
  7. A gentleman gives compliment sincerely and often
  8. A gentleman helps her to be seated
  9. A gentleman gives up his seat
  10. A gentleman helps a lady with her coat
  11. A gentleman says “please” and “thank you”
  12. A gentleman minds his table manners
  13. A gentleman is never rude to serves, bartenders, or anyone else for that matter
  14. A gentleman pays
  15. A gentleman gets her safely to her door
  16. A gentleman listens
  17. A gentleman keeps his word and a secret
  18. A gentleman never hits a woman. EVER
  19. A gentleman shows initiative
  20. A gentleman pays attention to details
  21. A gentleman asks for her family’s blessings before proposing
  22. A gentleman is a jack of all trades
  23. He goes out of his way to let her know he cares. Every. Single. Day.

Click here to read the full article K S Anthony – 23 Behaviours of a Gentleman that every man should adopt, Jan 01, 2015

I know my Uncle was well respected in the Community. He advised many. In my adult life I have not seen him as much as I would have liked. But I hold wonderful memories of times we spent together. I’m so happy that my daughter was able to get to know him in the last few years.

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Music to accompany this blog – what else but a compilation of jazz – my Uncle’s favourite type of music. My favourite type of music.

Please feel free to leave a tribute in the comments of this blog, if you wish, family and friends. Uncle Nelson’s family will have full access to it for as long as they wish


I write when I have the urge. I write to express feelings. I write to explore my imagination. I write about my thoughts and dreams. I write for enjoyment. I write to relax. I write because I like to write.
If you find words that resonate with you, I’d love to hear from you. If you find a situation that reminds you of something, someone, sometime, I’d love to hear from you. Do hope you enjoy reading Cecilyswritings.

THANK YOU FOR VISITING.
I’d love it if you LIKE or follow cecilyswritings, on my Facebook Page
Written by Cecily and posted in November 2018. (C)CecilyLalloo 2018
Follow my blog Cecilyswritings.wordpress.com

Please feel free to leave a tribute in the comments of this blog, if you wish, family and friends. Uncle Nelson’s family will have full access to it for as long as they wish

“And when you make a mistake, start all over again …”

My cousin Marilyn posted this … it’s a message from Pope Francis and she says … “Can’t stop reading it over and over again.” I can see why she says this.

This Pope we have is such a worldly-wise man whose wisdom and words reach out to most of us, if not all. He talks from the heart. He talks from a place of love for all. He is not afraid to touch the controversial. He says it how it is.

Hope you enjoy reading this too, and you like my song choice at the end.

An excerpt from Pope Francis

You can have flaws, be anxious, and ever angry, but do not forget that your life is the greatest enterprise in the world. Only you can stop it from going bust.

Many appreciate you, admire you and love you.

Remember that to be happy is not to have a sky without a storm, a road without accidents, work without fatigue, relationships without disappointments.

To be happy is to find strength in forgiveness, hope in battles, security in the stage of fear, love in discord.

It is not only to enjoy the smile, but also to reflect on the sadness.

It is not only to celebrate the successes but to learn lessons from the failures.

It is not only to feel happy with the applause but to be happy in anonymity.

Being happy is not a fatality of destiny, but an achievement for those who can travel within themselves.

To be happy is to stop feeling like a victim and become your destiny’s author.

It is to cross deserts, yet to be able to find an oasis in the depths of our soul.

It is to thank God for every morning, for the miracle of life.

Being happy is not being afraid of your own feelings.

It’s to be able to talk about you.

It is having the courage to hear a “no”.

It is confidence in the face of criticism, even when unjustified.

It is to kiss your children, pamper your parents, to live poetic moments with friends, even when they hurt us.

To be happy is to let live the creature that lives in each of us, free, joyful and simple.

It is to have the maturity to be able to say: “I made mistakes”.

It is to have the courage to say ‘I am sorry’.

It is to have the sensitivity to say, ‘I need you’.

It is to have the ability to say ‘I love you’.

May your life become a garden of opportunities for happiness …

That in spring may it be a lover of joy.

In winter a lover of wisdom.

And when you make a mistake, start all over again. For only then will you be in love with life.

You will find that to be happy is not to have a perfect life. But use the tears to irrigate tolerance.

Use your losses to train patience.

Use your mistakes to sculptor serenity.

Use pain to plaster pleasure.

Use obstacles to open windows of intelligence.

Never give up ….

Never give up on people who love you.

Never give up on happiness, for life is an incredible show.”

Pope Francisco (born Jorge Mario Bergoglio)

– oOo –

My song to go with this? Well, I’ve chosen “I Say a Little Prayer for You” by the fabulous Aretha Franklin – a classic!


I write when I have the urge. I write to express feelings. I write to explore my imagination. I write about my thoughts and dreams. I write for enjoyment. I write to relax. I write because I like to write.
If you find words that resonate with you, I’d love to hear from you. If you find a situation that reminds you of something, someone, sometime, I’d love to hear from you. Do hope you enjoy reading Cecilyswritings.

THANK YOU FOR VISITING.
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Written (quoted) by Cecily and posted in November 2018. (C)CecilyLalloo 2018
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Sometimes I cry for you by Annie Reneau

This beautiful painting was found with the writing by Annie Reneau

It was posted on her Facebook timeline by one of my nieces. Thanks for finding and posting @GanineAbdul. What a beautiful article by Annie Reneau, a writer. If you’d like to follow her, she’s on Facebook @motherhoodandmore.

Sometimes I Cry for You

Sometimes I cry for you, little one.

Sometimes I cry because the world is so big and you’re so small, and I worry—Oh, do I worry—about your smallness in this big world.

Sometimes I cry because you’re so big and I’m so small, and the bigger you get to me, the smaller I get to you, and I worry—Lord, how I worry—about my smallness in your big world.

Sometimes I cry because this love is too big and my heart is too small, and a bursting heart feels—strangely, painfully—an awful lot like a breaking one.

Sometimes I cry because I’m overwhelmed by the beauty of you.

Sometimes I cry because I’m overwhelmed by the weight of you.

Sometimes I cry because in the process of gaining you, I gave up a version of me, and though I wouldn’t change that even if I could, sometimes I miss me desperately.

Sometimes I cry because your skin is so soft, and your eyes are so bright, and your soul is so new, and your heart is so open, and I’m sad. I’m sad that your innocence will crumble from experiences brutal and necessary, because you are as painfully human as the rest of us.

Sometimes I cry because you need help in ways that I can’t help you, and helplessness as a parent feels—strangely, surprisingly—an awful lot like sheer terror.

Sometimes I cry because as a mother I have no choice but to put on my big-girl panties every day, and both of those things—having no choice and big-girl panties—can be really, really uncomfortable.

Sometimes I cry because I am so unbelievably tired—not sleepy, but tired—that I can’t do anything else.

Sometimes I cry because I hear God in your giggles.

Sometimes I cry because your very existence evokes a joy so profound that smiles and laughter can’t quite reach it.

Sometimes I cry because this blessing is so big and my cup is so small and the overflow has to go somewhere.

Sometimes I cry because all of these things—the love, the worry, the sadness, the beauty, the bursting, the big-girl panties, the blessing—it’s all too much to take. Just too, too much.

So sometimes I cry for you. And for me. And for this big world. And for a thousand other terrible, wonderful, desperate, beautiful reasons that you won’t understand until you’re a parent.

Sometimes I cry for you, little one. Big, cleansing tears.

– Annie Reneau

I just love these words by Annie Reneau. They brought to me memories and emotions I felt, and still feel, for my children. My children may be 30-somethings now but will always be my babies. No matter how old are our children, no matter how old we are, we are still parents, as our Mums and Dads are/were parents … and we are still all “their babies” as are our children are still “our babies”.

I usually end my blog with a song

I went searching for “an emotional mother and baby song”. There are just so many, it almost needs a separate blog … which has been done already so I’m borrowing it from @Huffpost – 19 Songs that Beautifully Capture Motherhood. Click here to listen. Did you know these songs were written for the babies, the children of the singers?

To start it off though, here is Minnie Ripperton’s beautiful “Lovin’ You”. From Huffpost: Though the lyrics don’t seem overtly maternal, Riperton reportedly wrote the melody for “Lovin’ You” to lull her infant daughter Maya Rudolph to sleep so that she could spend time with her husband Richard Rudolph. In some versions of the song, you can hear her sing “Maya” toward the end.”


I write when I have the urge. I write to express feelings. I write to explore my imagination. I write about my thoughts and dreams. I write for enjoyment. I write to relax. I write because I like to write.

If you find words that resonate with you, I’d love to hear from you. If you find a situation that reminds you of something, someone, sometime, I’d love to hear from you. Do hope you enjoy reading Cecilyswritings.

THANK YOU FOR VISITING.
I’d love it if you LIKE or follow cecilyswritings, on my Facebook Page
Written (quoted) by Cecily a few months ago and posted in October 2018. (C)CecilyLalloo 2018
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“Love is a many splendid thing”

Have you noticed this past week’s theme … about L-O-V-E. You only have to Google the word and hey presto! you have millions of quotes from which to choose.
I came across these wonderful words. I don’t know who wrote it – many quote Bob Marley, some Mark Twain – but many say that the sources on the web are incorrect. The thing is, we can’t always be sure when we find things on the web that it is just right. So, I’m still going to use it, and whoever wrote it … I do love it! If you know the true source, do let me know.
This is too long to fit into one of my dailies and I couldn’t possibly leave it out … So, what better way to present and preserve it than in my blog … but also for ease of reading … to use our social media platforms. Here goes …
Words by … I don’t know who …
“Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more.
“You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful.
There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are.
“The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever.
“Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you.
“You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon.
“You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worth while. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life.”
A song for my Note
I was listening to an interview with Katie Meleu this morning and this is a lovely song so I shall share This is the closest thing to Crazy.
Please click on the link to listen. I’m not sure why it’s not embedded here 🙂
Wishes for you
Hope you’ve had a fabulous weekend and you’re looking forward to a fulfilling week ahead.
I’ve a busy week but enjoying time with our daughter for a few more days.
Wherever in the world you are, thank you for reading and following my Page or blogs.
Yours, Cecily x