My Inner Self

My song choice for this blog is none other than Sam Cooke’s A Change has Gonna Come. An emotional, goosebumpbly rendition by Brian Owens and his Father …

I found these words a while ago and saw it this evening on someone else’s FB timeline. Reading it there, I thought it was so familiar so popped in here to my blog to check my drafts. If you’ve been following my FB Page or Blog, you’ll have read that I have many drafts waiting, waiting. Sure enough, along with my many unpublished posts, guess what  I came across …

– oOo –

Aren’t these words wonderful. Thought-provoking. My first thought on reading is about giving time to myself. About finding my inner self. Being content and happy with who I am. Knowing that I AM. Appreciating life, people, and being grateful for what I have. Knowing that I don’t need anyone’s approval for what I believe and what I want in life.

It’s about being in love with me and love itself. It’s taking risks. It’s challenging myself. It’s stepping outside of my comfort zone. To say what I feel. To realise that not everyone will believe my truth. That not everyone will see me for the person I am. Not everyone will like me. It does not matter, each to his own.

I continue to seek and find my inner self. I follow my dreams. I know that it is my thoughts, my actions, my feelings, that lift my vibration every day. It’s about being true to myself. It’s not hiding but facing conflict. Talking things through to avoid misunderstanding, miscommunication. It’s the people who surround me who I am true to and who are true to me. Those are the ones who journey on with me.

I hope you too find Your Inner Self. Your Inner Peace. Your Truth. Your Happiness.

I’ve tried to find the author of this piece to acknowledge. There are many, many copies of it on the internet, but I know not who to attribute.

I Am Changing

After loving my parents, my siblings, my spouse, my children, my friends, now I have started loving myself.

Yes, I am changing.
I just realised that I am not “Atlas”. The world does not rest on my shoulders.

Yes, I am changing.
I now stopped bargaining with vegetables & fruits vendors. After all, a few Rupees more is not going to burn a hole in my pocket but it might help the poor fellow save for his daughter’s school fees.

Yes, I am changing.
I pay the taxi driver without waiting for the change. The extra money might bring a smile on his face. After all he is toiling much harder for a living than me.

Yes, I am changing.
I stopped telling the elderly that they’ve already narrated that story many times. After all, the story makes them walk down the memory lane & relive the past.

Yes, I am changing.
I’ve learnt not to correct people even when I know they are wrong. After all, the onus of making everyone perfect is not on me. Peace is more precious than perfection.

Yes, I am changing.
I give compliments freely and generously. After all it’s a mood enhancer not only for the recipient, but also for me.

Yes, I am changing.
I’ve learnt not to bother about a crease or a spot on my shirt. After all, personality speaks louder than appearances.

Yes, I am changing.
I walk away from people who don’t value me. After all, they might not know my worth, but I do.

Yes, I am changing.
I remain cool when someone plays dirty politics to outrun me in the rat race. After all, I am not a rat & neither am I in any race.

Yes, I am changing.
I am learning not to be embarrassed by my emotions. After all, it’s my emotions that make me human.

Yes, I am changing.
I have learnt that its better to drop the ego than to break a relationship. After all, my ego will keep me aloof whereas with relationships I will never be alone.

Yes, I am changing.
I’ve learnt to live each day as if it’s the last. After all, it might be the last.

Yes, I am changing.
I am doing what makes me happy. After all, I am responsible for my happiness, and I owe it to me.


I do not own the video recordings on this blog. No copyright infringement intended. The feature photo is from pexels.com

I write when I have the urge. I write to express feelings. I write to explore my 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 in August 2019 and posted in October 2019. (c)CecilyLalloo 2019
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One of The Best

Thanks for sharing Susan McKenna. For prosperity, I’m saving it to my blog.

A catchy song ‘I Rise’ – hope you like it! But an even more distinguished poem by a distinguished and well-loved Ms Angelou.

By Maya Angelo

AND STILL I RISE

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tred me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise

Still I Rise,

Maya Angelou


I do not own the video recordings on this blog. No copyright infringement intended.
I write when I have the urge. I write to express feelings. I write to explore my 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 October 2019. (c)CecilyLalloo 2019
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Boogie Woogie Piano Gettin On Down

Excuse my tardiness! I wrote this in December 2018. It’s lived in my drafts till now. Found it today and decided to give it an airing – it’s time for Nobel Prize announcements next week so an apt opportunity to post.

The music accompanying my blog is not really related to the content, but nevertheless, there is a music and peace theme going on here and my, can this man play! As Yoko Ono said: “… only art and music have the power to bring peace”.

For your listening pleasure fantastic piano mastery by Henri Herbert playing Gettin On Down from his album “Boogie Woogie Piano” … per kind favour You Tube

Stockholm in December

So many shiny lights outside that lit up not only my heart, but the night. It is the Christmas season, so lights and decorations are a must. But here in Stockholm its also Nobel Prize Season, and we’re here for the weekend as our daughter, Manisha, presented us with tickets to the annual Nobel Prize Concert.

It’s the first time we took a short trip away from home just before Christmas. Usually, if we go away in December, it is to a faraway land, in sunny climes, for at least 3 weeks mostly to Southern Africa.

The Concert, held at the Konserthuset (Concert House) in Stockholm was attended by the Swedish Royals, the Nobel Laureates, many of the famous, the diehard fans of Nobel Prizes, the employees, such as our daughter, and their families – us!

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Me an my daughter ready for the concert!

A thoroughly enjoyable evening. The Orchestra. The Solo Violinst. The Amazing Conductor – a woman. And last but by no means least – the Company.

But, my eye caught The Shoes.

The Shoes

The shoes of the members of the Swedish Philharmonic Orchestra. They were beautiful and shiny, just like the lights outside that decorate the Konserthuset.

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So, the ladies and gents of the orchestra wore black patent leather shoes. Well, I’m not sure whether all the ladies’ shoes were black patent, as some of them wore long dresses. Who knew what hid thereunder!

The shine is what caught my eye. As each muscian came into the auditorium, smiles on their faces, instruments in their arms, The Shoes just took over – for me.  I studied each pair of shoes walking in. I noticed that the mens’ shoes seemed to be all the same style. Black patent lace-ups. Was this a uniform? Was it obligatory? Or did they just all purchase them at the same time, at the same place?

There must be a reason, as I believe there is a reason for everything. “Small things amuse small minds”, they say. But different things fascinate me. Engage me. Interest me.

My Shoes

The Shoes reminded me of my childhood. I can remember many pairs of black patent leather shoes upon my feet. I wore white socks finished off with pretty lace around the turned down edge. And later as I climbed up towards my teens the short lacey socks were replaced by long under-the-knee-usually-patterned-knee-high-socks. I did love black patent leather shoes and still do. Although I’ve only one pair of court shoes at the present time that are black patent leather … and … wait for it … a pair of red patent leather pumps!

Isn’t it amusing what interests us. What catches the eye. Okay, what amuses me. What catches my eye.

Appearance is not everything – but at a function such as the famous Nobel Prizes Concert, if everyone in the orchestra wore something different, I’d probably be looking at the fashion and wondering why they wore what they wore, rather than listening to the good music.

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The empty seats down there are for the Royal Family of Sweden
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Waiting for the Black Patent Leather shoes to appear

And so a most enjoyable evening ended ,in the company of Nobel Laureates, who would be whisked away to their hotels in the shiny black cars awaiting them on this rainy night in Stockholm.

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Shiny black limos

For your listening pleasure fantastic piano mastery by Henri Herbert playing Gettin On Down from his album “Boogie Woogie Piano” … per kind favour You Tube


I do not own the video recordings on this blog. No copyright infringement intended.

I write when I have the urge. I write to express feelings. I write to explore my 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 by Cecily and posted in October 2019. (c)CecilyLalloo 2019
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Ever think of visiting Venus in a Canoe?

Space Dust

I’m delighted to be part of Author Eloise De Sousa’s Blast Off with Space Dust Blog Tour! I’ve read the e-book, and have bought a few copies of the paperback for our Littlies (small people in our family)! Eloise explains how important reviews are to authors, so I’ve written my review and sharing it here. Will it spur you on to buy a book or two – remember Christmas is just around the corner! Do read Eloise’s blog BECAUSE … the first 10 readers will receive a free Space Dust e-book … it’s well worth it.

Cecily’s review on Amazon

21 September 2019    Format: Paperback

Oh what a beautiful book for children from 3 to 11, and if you want to know my honest opinion, I loved it too and read it out loud to my husband who mmm-mmm’d (that’s good!)

Eloise de Sousa has a way with words. When I started reading I had a little lump in my throat but soon I was excited on the adventure with Big Ox and Little One, whose Mummy had left without even a goodbye! The theme of space is so relevant as our youngsters learn more about the Universe. The story gathers pace with Little One looking for his Mummy on the adventure that Big Ox has taken him on in a canoe with his “absolute favourite spoon”. They travel pass planets and Eloise has incorporated some real life information about Venus and Saturn, and “Neptune’s glassy cloud” in a subtle way.

Beautiful flow, rhyme and rhythm, as mentioned by other reviewers. Repetition is just right. Imagination is second to none – “sea horses swimming in creamy mushroom soup, Or spring onion beams for them to perform their daring loop-dee-loops” … can you just see it?

I love how sensitive Little One is when he tells Big Ox he is “very sorry if I sound like I don’t care”; but then sees how downcast Big Ox is by his remark. Little One quickly wants to get Big Ox back to his happy self by suggesting they continue their travels where he may see his Mummy.

Very sensitively written. I love how the story calms down towards the end as sleep overtakes Little One but we know that there are more adventures with Big Ox and Little One to follow.

The illustrations are brave and bold and love that they are by the author herself.

I’m so pleased that I have bought a few of these books for the young people in my family as well as close friends. I’m sure they – and their parents – will enjoy

Well done Eloise de Sousa!

By the Author, Eloise De Sousa

Thank you, Cecily, for allowing me to share my exciting news on your blog. The Space Dust blog tour has begun and to kick it off with a bang, let’s do a free give away to the first ten people to click on the pic below of Big Ox’s canoe!Space Dust Canoe

CONGRATULATIONS TO MY FIRST TEN WINNERS!

There will be more opportunities to win a copy of Space Dust during the blog tour, so jump in the canoe and let’s keep touring together!

For today’s blog tour, it might be fun to share a little more about the Space Dust’s journey so far, and the reactions I have received from my readers. Big Ox and Little One were fortunate enough to meet the young readers and their parents and grandparents during the Summer Reading Challenge this year. They fell in love with crazy creatures introduced along the way and chose their favourite book marker giveaways depicting the same. Some chose Big Ox in his canoe while others scrambled for the sea horses and fire bears! The boys and girls rallied round sharing their loudest fire bear growls and gave their best impressions of wiggly sea horses swimming in creamy mushroom soup.

My favourite moment during the Challenge was watching the more introverted children joining in to show me their rainbow ribbon trail leading up to the stairs, waving their hands in swirls and dips as though they were in the canoe with Big Ox and Little One. Pure magic. All the activities prepared by the fantastic librarians at the Bracknell Library Service ensured that each child had a chance to create their own wonderful Space Dust magic.

It would be remiss of me not to emphasize the hard work and enthusiasm brought by the Librarians to every event. Without them, most children would not have the opportunity to enjoy reading a wide variety of books, unless their parents could afford to buy them. The library is a great source of free books and, as I discovered, it is also a place where children can participate in arts and crafts, singing, meditation and even writing workshops! My contribution to the summer events was to hold a story time session at each library, sharing the Space Dust’s story with those lovely readers. With such great support, it was a success every time.

Every review of the book helps more children to find the book and the librarians have done their part in sharing the story to encourage more children to read and enjoy a journey into space.

Thank you for stopping by and finding out a bit more about this special story crafted for the local libraries to support their Summer Reading Challenge. Please click on the link below if you haven’t already ordered your copy of Space Dust. There will be more free copies available to win during the blog tour.

Click here to order your copy of Space Dust

Do send in your pics and reviews of the book, or any of the others. I’d love to share them with the rest of the readers.

Here is a list of my children’s books available now : 

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If you would like to find out more about my books or about me, please click on any of the links below:

Author Page    Amazon   Lulu  Facebook

NOW … don’t stop here … continue your journey to the next blog stop on the Space Dust tour by clicking on this link


Thank you Eloise for stopping here on your Blog Tour and inviting me to join. I’ve enjoyed the ride!

I usually end my blogs with some music … now what shall we have? What about – Space Oddity by David Bowie!


I do not own the illustrations or video recordings on this blog. No copyright infringement intended.

I write when I have the urge. I write to express feelings. I write to explore my 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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Blog post by Eloise De Sousa and posted in September 2019.  Follow my blog Cecilyswritings.wordpress.com

The Invitation

Beautiful, beautiful poem and here’s some music to listen to whilst you’re reading!


The Invitation

by Oriah Mountain Dreamer (a Native American Elder)

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for,
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain!

I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.

I want to know if you can sit with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstacy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, or to remember the limitations being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you’re telling me is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself, if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul.

I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore be trustworthy,
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty every day, and if you can source your life from God’s presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes”!

It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and still do what needs to be done for the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you are, how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and
not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself, and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

– oOo –

I went looking for a suitable love song to play for this poem. Instead I’m sharing an album of some of the best … Boyz II Men


The videos and quotes on my Page are not my copyright and are not intended to be. They are being used to make my blog post more interesting. Thank you to the artistes and composers.
I write when I have the urge. I write to express feelings. I write to explore my 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 a while ago and posted in September 2019. (c)CecilyLalloo 2019
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Secret Talks of the Wood Wild Web

My affirnity with trees and with clouds dates way back. We had a row of huge ‘gum trees’ bordering our yard when I was little, and woods on the other side of our home. The smell of eucalyptus wafted up my nose. My Mum used the leaves under our pillows when we had colds. I grew up with eucalyptus and still love that smell. Little me would spend hours looking up to the very tall tips of the ‘gum trees’ where the trees met the sky and clouds, I’d feel dizzy, would need to sit down, and then my imagination would soar … higher than those trees, all the way up into the sky. That’s where my dreams began. That’s when my brain worked well.

Roots and brains are similar – sharing information through networks

I started this blog at the beginning of the year but like many of my blogs, it just hasn’t been published. I’ve found these two videos that I’m sharing here, so very interesting … the analogy between us, as people with our social networks, our friends and family, and trees … they “talk, often and over vast distances. Learn more about the harmonious yet complicated social lives of trees and prepare to see the natural world with new eyes”, says Suzanne Simard. 

Trees network just like us. The more we learn, the more we know, the better our networks.

Communication

My daughter is a Science Communicator. It’s amazing what scientists and researchers get up to and it’s only in recent years that we, the non scientists, are able to have a better understanding of their work through non-science communication. Scientists are sharing their work, their knowledge, their results with us, the ordinary people, on TV, in social media, broadcasting as on TED Talks, in magazines and books, in exhibitions and at events, so that we can better understand.

I often use neuroscience as an example – our brains are one of the most fascinating network structures about. How much more we now know about the ability of our brain. We just don’t use this muscle enough. I see amazing people in my every day work who have brain injury. They, the people who work with them, their support systems, their families, the scientists, are all just so marvellous.

How trees secretly talk to each other

I like this little informative video by the BBC … and the analogy with our www. It’s called The Wood Wild Web. Do you know that trees secretly chat. Whilst we’re sleeping, in all parts of the world, they’re networking. They’re chatting and swopping information about food … where they get it from, fungus. What to avoid. How strange an analogy with our world and the people within. It’s all happening right under our feet. The secret tree-talks, networking roots … it’s not unlike us humans with our little devices in our hands. Tap tapping over our networks, chatting to our friends, our family, so many, many miles away, but so very close on the world wide web.  🌳🌴☘🌱🌲🌳🍁

I love the BBC series giving us more information in a fun and easily understood way. This video on YouTube is called How trees secretly talk to each other.

Somewhere over the rainbow

This TED talk is by Suzanne Simard. She grew up in the forests of British Columbia and talks about her relationship with forests, trees and the underground roots. I loved listening to it and hope you do too. Her research is exciting and fascinating. All about the networks of trees, our ecology, how we can help keep the world and trees alive.

What we don’t know, we don’t know. But when we know isn’t it great to be able to share!

AND … some music whilst you’re listening and watching


I do not own the video recordings on this blog. No copyright infringement intended.

I write when I have the urge. I write to express feelings. I write to explore my 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 in February 2019 and posted in August 2019.  (c)CecilyLalloo 2019
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The Men in My Life

A blog for Fathers, Brothers, Uncles, Cousins, Nephews and Friends …
“You have dreams. Follow them.
You have love to share. Share.
You are you. Believe in You.
Stay true to yourself.
Be honest.
Be loyal.
Love.Laugh.Love”
Cecily

Cecilyswritings

It’s June 2019 …

This blog was first written in 2016.

There’s nothing wrong with recycling, I say.

The words are still relevant, I say.

They still mean lots to me, I say.

The men in my life are still special, I say.

There’s a few new little ones in my life. Our young people are growing their families and the pitta patta of tiny feet, the laughter and the smiles are just delightful. So, welcome new little boys in my life … newest is Owen,  and of course Sebastian and Xavier and Jordan! To any littilies I’ve not mentioned who are far from us … love you lots too.

This year my message to you, Men in my Life …

You have dreams. Follow them.

You have love to share. Share.

You are you. Believe in You.

Stay true to yourself.

Be honest.

Be loyal.

Love. Laugh. Love.

Sadly…

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